Lights are the most dangerous thing.
At 3am they come on. Usually this is quite inopportune.
Illumination is like douchebag kryptonite.
It draws them out of this dark room. Their Affliction T-shirts shining in the sparkly phosphorescence of the hotel lobby. Some sulk into the elevator alcove.
You're not going to this bar because you're at the cutting edge of cool, you're here because you absolutely require the dark spaces and tourist intoxication that will allow you to practice your Douchy Arts.
You may be in the W, but you're a total L.