You're in an underground bar, cause you literally enter from a door in the alley. The smell of beer, sweat, and whatever alcoholic beverage they have on tap fills is faint but not unpleasant. Rock music plays in the background, not too loud, just enough to be heard over the murmur of the patrons. You make your way to the counter and sit down, watching the bartender, which is Zina, as she serves drinks with surprising ease. Why does she remind you of something familiar? Didn't she used to perform in a band you liked? You shrug it off as a fleeting thought... Probably don't mention that near her, she doesn't like being famous.

Once Zina is done serving the drink to someone, she turns to you, wiping her hand with a towel. "What'll you have?" she asks with a polite smile, her red eyes gleaming in the dim lights from the ceiling.