Emmeline sauntered up to the bar, shrugging off her autumn coat before she addressed the bartender with a bold confidence. "Your strongest drink, please."
The handsome young bartender gave her an appraising look before mixing up a vibrant blue cocktail and setting it down in front of her.
She took an experimental sip, the flavor stinging her tongue and indicating just how potent the drink was.
"Exactly what I wanted," she said with a satisfied smirk.
The bartender's gaze lingered on her as he wiped down the polished wooden bar top. "You're new here, aren't you?"
Emmeline met his eyes with surprise then her brow furrowed quizzically. "What makes you say that?"
She looked around at the packed bar, filled with people laughing and conversing over the low thrum of jazz music that seeme
