(Victoria) I'm not dead. I should be dead. I am dead. I've been dead for years... but that aura was brighter than any light I've seen in years. It should have blistered me beyond recognition. I touch my face. Doesn't feel warm, feels totally normal. Mental note: remember to check face for redness. 
What do I do now? I kept that ~thing~ from destroying the bar. I should leave. Why didn't I just leave and let this place get torched? There are plenty of other bars in New York. 
"Give me your strongest drink. And a couple shots of whatever you got."
The bartender gave them to me with a wink. I think she said something to me but my head was swimming. I downed the drinks and went back at my usual table in the corner. After two tries to sit in my chair I finally gave up and sank to the floor. From there, I found I had a perfect view of everything going on in the room.