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[color=C8C7CB][b]Time:[/b][/color] 5PM
[color=C8C7CB][b]Location:[/b][/color] Alexei's
[color=C8C7CB][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] Ylva [@13org]
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The atmosphere in Alexei’s steadily picked up as the sun receded and more people passed through the doors. The crowds filled the air with chatter and sounds of merrymaking, accompanied by the smell of warm meals and booze. In the background, the clacks of swung pool cues and colliding pool balls sounded rhythmically.

A lone patron greeted Vivian at the bar. She had a unique, memorable appearance that stood out from typically plainly dressed Ember Grove-ians, but Vivian appreciated her uncommon features. It reminded her of the years she spent working in hostels and New York City’s underground bars, frequented by all sorts of colorful people and subcultures. There was a ferocity in her appearance and presence as well; the stranger exuded a confidence that Vivian found appealing. 

Vivian smiled at the guest’s request. [color=C8C7CB]“Akevitt… Hmm, not a popular drink around these parts, but you’ve come to the right place! We might actually have some. Give me a moment.”[/color]

She shuffled around in the lower cabinets for their extra stock of alcohol. The owner of the place seemed to have a knack for collecting unusual liquors, from exotic asian wines to spiced varieties from central and south america. The european stash seemed to be stowed in the lower left side of one of the cabinets, and it didn’t take long for Vivian to take out a bottle of the scandanavian spirit.

[color=C8C7CB]“Here it is, a whole unopened bottle.”[/color] She placed the bottle in front of the patron along with an empty, chilled glass for her to pour the drink into. [color=C8C7CB]“I can also make a custom cocktail for you out of this if you’d like.”[/color]
 
Vivian’s curiosity nabbed her to ask the customer more about her unusual request. It wasn’t typical for someone to order a whole bottle for themselves, unless it was wine. She predicted a conversation with her would be more interesting than the mundanities of most customers who have lived in this local bubble their entire lives. She smiled again at the fierce woman, [color=C8C7CB]“Are you new to Ember Grove? I just moved here myself a few months back, so it’s nice to see another outsider.”[/color] Vivian gestured at the bottle of liquor and lightly chuckled. [color=C8C7CB]“Looks like you have something to celebrate today.”[/color]