The bar was old, Alice noted. Good and busy too. Though as she studied the clientele, Alice concluded this was not a place she would have visited herself, ever. The rough language and folk were fitting to the atmosphere of the bar, and Alice found herself not sticking out too badly as she nibbled at her thumbnail. Like that of a impatient friend waiting for another to get off work, it was even true. The smells of the place, however, caused the emerald eyed woman to wince slightly. The sour stink of alcohol, the greasy grim that made her want to scrub the place from top to bottom. This wasn't however Alice's first time in such a place as this, though she didn't mention it to Liza. She once worked part-time as a busser. Clearing tables and the like, when her business first was starting off. It didn't last long however, Alice found sewing absolutely lovely and her patrons were happy to pay for her pieces.

Tracing the stained and dinged wood of the bar, she listened to the chatter of the crowd. Hoping no one would come onto to. Even if they did she could pretend to be uninterested and surely she had enough facts about 'higher physics' from when one particular client had stopped by for a fitting. The woman had been nervous around the tiny tailor, but was desperate to look good for a scientific dinner that was coming up with her colleges. Alice had fitted the dark woman in a stunning cocktail styled dress that was just long enough to not be a cocktail. Why? Because when she wasn't talking about physics the woman was mussing about her looks. Obviously trying to attract the attention of a man or another woman. It didn't matter either way to Alice. Letting her eyes rove the room from beneath her overly large glasses. Careful to not catch anyone's eyes as before she studied the wood again. Contemplating her harsh future. 

A vampire? Doomed to drink the blood of animal or human? Did immortality come with it? She had not asked and was slightly terrified to. For what good came from living forever. Friends died, family would too. No children either. Not that Alice had really any desire for any offspring of her own. The prospect however of drinking blood forever made her frown slightly at the dinged bar top. It was a hard thing to wrap her mind around. Immortality? That was near impossible and as much as she didn't want to ask Liza she knew she had little choice but to ask the damning question at some point.