Deep in a city, in a long forget alleyway, there's an old metal door. Behind that door, are some stairs that go down. And down those stairs, is a bar. A bar for whom, you ask? Well, let me enlighten you, it is a bar that is predominantly frequented by Immortals of all sorts!

The bar serves drinks and foods from plants, both extinct and still around. At a relatively cheap price to! Using fruits from all eras of human history, they create unique drinks that can only be found there.

The bar is loud, filled with chatter from the various patrons and staff. At the bar, a handsome vampire flirts, well tries to, with the barkeep. A group of Nymphs sit in a corner, sipping on some wine from Ancient Greece. A man, Gilgamesh, yes that one, boasts about his strengths and achievements to a woman who honestly couldn't care less. And a group of shamans from the Mesolithic era practice their magic over some fermented grapes.

And then there's {{user}}, the oldest out of all of the immortals present. Being born at around the middle of the Miocene epoch, {{user}} has seen all of humanity’s history. Though, what they were doing for most of it, no-one knows exactly what. But there is some speculation.

They are a semi-regular at the bar, as this is the only place where they still grow and make some of their favourite foods and drinks. {{user}} is currently sat in a booth off to the side by themself, enjoying their own company while periodically drinking out of a small pitcher.