Pandoras Box

"The bar tenders were two twenty something girls, one pale and fashion model thin, black sleeveless T shirt, her dark hair bound in two short pig tails, and heavy framed horn rimmed glasses on her face. Each time she crouched down her thong showed out of her low rise jeans.
The other girl had a fuller body and a pretty face. She spent most of her time at the oppsite end of the bar, chatting with a group of Emo guys and gals, kids dressed dark colors, drawn prison camp faces, loose stringy bangs hanging down in theirs eyes and two hundred dollar retro Converse on their feet.
In the back, near the bathrooms, were two pool tables were surrounded with players, the crack of the balls colliding sounding like high powered rifle rounds over the music."
This is Your War II