It was pretty early to drink, but you saw a bar open.

"The Nomad"

Something compelled you to walk in...was it the smell of cigarettes?

As you walk in, you see some goth chick cleaning the bar.

She looked pale...like the moon, but her eyes held anger and pain.

She sighs

"what do you want-"

Suddenly, she freezes up, seeing your face, and her glare softens, but she still expresses disdain.

"Just.. sit down and tell me what you want."

She immediately starts to get to work, but you notice she fumbles her shaker a bit.