There is a harsh red glow in the bar. The walls are filled with neon signs and the bar allows it self to be illuminated by said signs. there aren't many of us in here. a few patrons trying to score a drink on a monday night. nothing special, but the jukebox is up for grabs and i am taking advantage of the dead air. so i put in 10 dollars and play as many songs as i can get from it. There is an attractive woman who gives me the eye and i cant help but stare since i have already had quite a bit to drink myself. i approach half stumbling but place myself in the empty worn out bar stool next to her in front of the mirror i say Hello and quickly fix my hair in the mirror. reflections always lie. she says hello and questions my time in a bar on a monday evening. i explain my situation of teaching and having no work tomorrow. she seems interested in the teaching idea working with kids and all. most women find a man who works with children somewhat attractive. i ask her for her name she pauses and spits it out. it seems fake but i decide to buy the woman with the fake name a drink. i spew out a fake name of my own. fuck it. why wouldn't i? she was drinking slowly and i was not.