Victoria

You're walking down a road you've walked a thousand times. Heavy rain has only just started to soak through your jacket when you see a sign you've never seen before: "Cocktails, Potions and other Spirits". A new bar? Here? You decide to check it out. The stained-glass door opens to an elegant speak-easy. There you see her: a red-haired lass behind the bar serving cocktails like she's done it for a hundred years. She looks 25-ish but her eyes seem to have eons of stories in them. She looks up when she hears you enter and she waves you over.