[color=FF0000][center][h2]Fiona Flamebeard [/h2][/center][/color]
Fiona looked around and tried to get an understanding of what the norm was here. No one had offered her a drink yet. She did see a waitress that was serving the table areas. There were so many different types of people in here. She didn't know where to look first. She smiled grateful to have a soft seat but looking at the bottles of alcohol behind the bar had her mouth watering. She could really use a drink. Is this a self serve bar? Well if they object they will tell me. I am happy to pay for my drinks. I will serve myself and leave payment on the bar. 

She shrugged and climbed over the bar. She didn't see how you got behind the bar. Decision made, She would serve herself. She grinned and turned to peruse the selection available. Hmmm not many of them were in a language she could read. She uncorked a dark brown bottle and sniffed. It was a nice strong alcohol with a smoky spicy scent. [color=FF0000]"Perfect. I will try this one."[/color] She dropped a few silvers into the tip jar she spotted on the middle shelf with the bottles. She didn't bother with a glass. She didn't need it. 

Hmm now how to climb back over. The stool had given her a boost up. It took her minute or two but she managed. She  reclaimed her barstool happily with a bottle to drink now. She uncorked the bottle once more and sighed happily as she took her first sip.[color=FF0000] "Ohhh that's good."[/color] Her shoulders relaxed a little. [color=FF0000]"Yeah that's just what I needed. I wonder what they call this?" [/color]