abp#4:constructing vodkaville. :)

winesburg ohio.
so a sufficient parallel should be vodkaville, wyoming. why wyoming i have no idea. but somewhere out in the states somewhere. or... vodkaville could be in russia. that would be great.

one side of town has a quiet tea parlor run by the most modest of owners. the old man also hosts secret karate lessons in the back of the shop. but across the river on the wilder, party-oriented side of town is a bar: the hammered nail. the owner had started small, purchasing a quaint building and installing several small booths along with the signature bar. however, as more patrons started frequenting the establishment, it had to expand. the new  building is a slick, chic place. thick, corrugated, steel walls rise from the ground, creating the single story of the bar. the roof is placed almost crookedly, begging a stylistic question. the parking lot circles the place, almost locking it into some sort of almost demonic pentacle (which is rather fitting, considering what happens inside).

in the building, there are many booths, several stand-alone tables with barstools, and a bar. the bar counter is made of slippery, smooth plastic--perfect for sliding drinks across. anyone who takes a job as bartender there is trained for several days on end in the way of perfect drink sliding. musicians and traveling performers visit the bar often. there is never really a night without any live entertainment. the place is always hopping with activity. in the wee hours of the night though, things get funky and the smoke machines start to work their magic. the patrons are hazily pushed out of the bar by almost ethereal hands of vapor, leaving the night crew to clean up any drunken mess anyone has left. and by the next morning, things are spotless, and the hammered nail is ready for hammering again.