This slice-of-life piece, produced by the Disciples of Clyde, suffers from an excess of verisimilitude. With flashes of wit and wisdom, writers Kenneth Paul Drews and Dan Filowitz uncompromisingly replicate a scenario played out thousands of times each weekend. Their seven bar-bound twentysomethings display a completely plausible postgrad ambivalence about the future. The characters’ looping discourse, more chains of pop-cult associations and band names than anything else, rings woefully true–as does their self-consciousness. And several of them, apparently unaware they’re in a play, fail to suddenly change their lives onstage. Especially when the stakes are so low, acute realism doesn’t necessarily equal good theater. This just isn’t dynamic enough to keep an audience involved. Through 2/4: Fri-Sat 8 PM, Stage Left Theatre, 3408 N. Sheffield, 773-680-9736, $12.