Ankara Night Scene in a Meyhane

Ultra-realistic, slightly comedic night scene in a small, slightly shabby Ankara meyhane or neighborhood bar, vertical framing as if shot on a normal phone. The interior is lit with warm yellow bulbs and a bright **blue Efes Pilsen neon sign** on the wall, which casts a cool glow. Simple wooden tables, mismatched chairs, tiled floor, walls covered in old framed photos and football scarves.

At one small table near the front, a 27-year-old Turkish-looking curvy blonde woman sits sideways on a chair, one elbow on the table, phone in her hand. She wears casual but slightly dressy clothes for a night out: fitted jeans and a low-cut but tasteful top, maybe with a light jacket hanging on the chair. Her blonde hair is loose, a bit tousled. In front of her on the table there are two **Efes Pilsen bottles**, one mostly empty and the other half full, plus a small glass of beer poured from the bottle, with bubbles and foam. Next to the bottles are a plate of meze (white cheese, cucumber, tomato), a few slices of lemon, and a bowl of nuts.

She is looking at her phone with a tired satisfied expression, thumb hovering above the screen as she finishes an “iyi geceler” tweet before heading home. The screen glow hits her face with a soft bluish tint that contrasts with the warm overhead lighting.

Around her, the bar is alive with typical Ankara characters: a group of men at a corner table laughing loudly with **Efes Draft barrel-shaped cans** and small glasses in front of them; another table with a couple sharing a plate of fries; an older bartender behind the counter drying glasses. Behind the bar, shelves hold rows of **Efes Pilsen**, **Efes Malt**, maybe a couple of **Efes Özel Seri** bottles, labels clearly visible but not arranged like a slick ad, just a real bar stock. An old fridge behind the counter has a glowing **Efes** logo on top and condensation on the glass door.

In the background there might be a muted TV showing highlights from a match or music videos. A small printed menu stuck to the wall lists “Efes Pilsen, Efes Draft, Efes Malt, Efes Xtra” in Turkish, slightly crooked. Ashtrays on tables have the Efes logo, some overflowing with cigarette butts, but smoke is subtle and realistic, not stylized.

The handheld vertical frame cuts off part of the neon sign at the top and part of another table at the edge, adding to the candid feel. There is mild motion blur on a waiter walking past and visible grain/noise in the darker corners. Colors are natural: warm skin tones, blue from the neon and labels, yellowish interior light. No beauty smoothing—her skin shows pores and little imperfections. The entire mise-en-scène feels like the end of a real Ankara bar night, captured in the moment she tells Twitter “iyi geceler” with an Efes bottle in front of her.