Ikea lights, the presets, vodka specials... What more could I want? Well, actually... In the dim lights, strange girls who think I'm "cute" gyrating near me, I'm lost in the sultry voice on the speaker, and there is only one thing on my mind. It is futile. No number of vodka specials will make it go away... I just have to be here, now, and let everything else fall away. One more drink, one more song.