Quickie over Irish Coffee at The Wedgwood

I was sitting in the Lounge at The Wedgwood (yes, they spell it without the second "e") with a friend after a long day, and mentioned that I was sorry I hadn't done a drawing all day. She said, "Do one now." I looked around the dark, busy room, and thought, what the heck, and pulled out my sketchbook. I'm usually a little fussier than this, but decided to just scribble it in, by candle light, with no pencil or planning marks, distractedly chatting and drinking my Irish Coffee. Hence the awkward distortions. Oh, well. It captures how I saw the room.