The last bastion of sanity.

A room full of smoke, different smells and grey blue haze through out corridors, people (manly men) sitting on comfortable chairs and high rising pillows of different colours.
These people think in silence, no one dears to say a word.
Last bastion of sanity is almost gone and little island of sane thought is left in minds of these few thinkers.
They know that they are doomed, no doubt.
The bawls are empty and glasses too.