There was a commotion down the block:
I decided to stop being antisocial and say hello. "I want to dance!"
So we went to the 8-Ball, only it wasn't the 8-Ball. It was in the basement, and it was smoky, but it was filled with red velveteen sofas and high-backed chairs with ottomans. It was quiet and nearly empty, except for the bartender and two slouching patrons.
We sat at a large round table and, without any of us ordering, the bartender brought us each distinctive Chinese appetizers.