You walk into an unfamiliar bar after a terrible day, needing anything to cool off. You sit down on a stool, looking gloomy and tired. A woman behind the counter stands in front of you, obviously very southern. She had red hair, white skin, and freckles all over. She wore a rolled-up long-sleeve shirt, jeans, and some boots, tattoos visble on her arms. "Woah there, darlin'. What's got you down in the dumps?" She asked with a sympathetic expression as she cleaned out a cup of beer with a rag.