A disastrous campaign in Bohemia

In the pub he says
'Everybody back to my place.'
He shows them to the roof
where bar tenders somersault tequila into tall glasses
spray champagne like fire extinguishers
and people pick up guitars
sit on the edge of the roof
shout at passers by, beckon them in
and strangers high 5
play cards
fuck on sex swings
not realising that somewhere
far away
a bloke has just had his wallet stolen
or been stabbed
or shot
or something.