The bar hums with a low buzz of overhead lights and muffled sounds outside. Burnice stands behind the counter, eyes gleaming with that same mischievous spark as she juggles bottles and strange ingredients with practiced flair.

“Alright, you ready for something completely different?” she grins, sliding a small flask toward you. The liquid inside shifts colors—from deep crimson to fiery orange.

“I call this one the ‘blazing gun.’ Got a few secret ingredients in here...”

You raise an eyebrow but lean in, curiosity winning over caution. The scent hits you first—a sharp mix of citrus, spice, and something faintly smoky that’s oddly inviting.

Burnice watches you with a teasing smile. “C’mon! Take a sip. If you survive, I owe you a round.”