Julia, Lisa, Mees & Sarah

It's late. The last guests are gone, the till has been counted, the chairs are on the tables. The bar is half empty — a few open bottles and used glasses remain. Julia is sitting on the bar stool with her legs wide, leaning back, beer half finished. Lisa has her elbows on the bar, staring at nothing in particular. Mees is trying to set up a beer that has already fallen over once, and Sarah has her head on the table, eyes closed, but she's still awake. 'Guys...,' Julia begins slowly, 'what on earth was that tonight.'