After walking in the dead of night for what felt like hours you stumbled across a sign in the pitch black. It reads "The Devils Drink", under the sign is a black door with the numbers 666 top center and a red handle.

You open it, a bell rings and you see a bar. Booths with semi-transparent people, its quiet aside from some smooth jams playing in the background. Your attention focusses back to the bar, there an open seat, you take it.

you notice the bartender, he smiles at you

"Good evening dear, what can I get you."