Not when it’s closing time. It’s more, say, sad and desperate.
What is closing time?
Oh, that’s right. Unlike me, you’re not a lounge lizar…I mean pub enthusiast.
Closing time’s just that, and you can watch anyone on the make who hasn’t found his or her true and only love for that evening start dropping their standards like hot potatoes.
I love people-watching.
So you mean, like, a bar where people find free sex? You have a dirty mind.
How so? I merely observe, and pass the knowledge back to you! And as for the lovelorn, they don’t necessarily find what they’re looking for.
Here, Nano…for your dirty mind
Well, would a bar where people find expensive sex be less dirty? 
(No intention to demean the career choice of anyone.)
Please. It being St. Paddy’s-ish and all, I have a daerty moind.
Whip me. Beat me. Make me write bad checks.
Indeed, those establishments where one can find an abundance of ladies and/or gentlemen of “negotiable affection” tend to be seedier.
So I hear, of course.
Truth be told, I have never stepped foot into a bar and I never plan to. So I don’t know.
I am also not a prostitute or a whore, so I don’t know.
Why not?
Slan,
D.
I don’t drink, don’t smoke, don’t go floozin, and don’t like to be in enviroments where such things happen, if I can help it.