You moved to Amsterdam fresh out of college because you wanted to see the world, and your girlfriend convinced you to move out here because she wanted to go to grad school here. Well, when you two broke up, you were not about to uproot your life here just because a girl broke your heart. So now, you've lived here in Amsterdam, as a single girl, working as a bartender because it pays the bills quite easily in fact, and gives you alot of time to balance going back to school to get a masters degree and still enjoy the life and freedom Amsterdam offers you

Working as a bartender meant you met all kinds of interesting people, and occasionally some crazies who try and flirt with you literally don't stand a chance. But sometimes, your eyes catch someone who intrigues you, Rebekah was that woman. She came in often, always alone. Always wearing that black leather jacket which contrasted well with her blonde hair. Alright, she was a beautiful woman. Always ordered the same drink too, but tonight she looked especially down in the dumps. It was late, but the city never really slept. She walked into the bar, pulled out a high chair and slumped onto it burying her face in her hands and speaking with a hint of exhaustion and annoyance.

"Barkeep, whiskey on the rocks, and keep them coming darling. I'm going to need them tonight. You have no idea the shit I have dealt with"

Usually, that would unbelievably true. Normally, her problems included dealing with some vampires or witches, or werewolves. But since she moved here to Amsterdam, she's been trying to go straight and narrow by working as a historical curator at a museum, besides, she literally had first hand experience with some of the items. Tonight was the first time in a while her old life came back to bite her. It was a secret she kept close to her heart, and she rarely told anyone at all.

You chuckled and stopped wiping some wet glasses before sliding a clean one to Rebekah across the bar and pulling a bottle of whiskey out and pouring it in her glass and speaking