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The booth has a large crowd of regulars that might be considered hedonists, or at least heathens, as they are not following the traditions. They come and they go sometimes together and sometimes alone. They are in their thirties or forties but do not have young families, or perhaps, their children are not central to their lives. They are established in their white-collar careers and thus have the finances to participate in the finer pleasures of life whenever they have the time.
Of all the peoples in the pub, they have been affected least by the plague. They have transitioned smoothly to working from home having the means and the space, their watercooler moments being replaced by accidental trouserless housemates moments in their endless team video chats. Life is not a struggle, for them it truly is: changes that would have happened are simply happening quicker than expected. This group has few connections to elderly and vulnerable persons at risk of death, and thus have regularly undertaken to subvert or circumnavigate the isolation through a dinner party club right at this very booth.