There was a strange energy about the place—warm, fuzzy almost, like the atmosphere you’d get at a great party when it struck its high points, but more muted. A kind of tense energy that made you itch to dance as if you were on your best day, and your favourite tune had come on right at that moment. It was the inclination to make you turn to your neighbour on the barstools and strike up conversation for no other reason than because they were there, to buy a round out of the blue, to sing one more song before calling it a night.