It looked like someone had cut two different bars in half and pasted them together. On the one side, there were rednecks in flannel that looked like the shoot them in the head first, ask questions later about the impending zombie apocalypse variety. On the other, the emo-goth crowd.
With her pale complexion and near-white hair, it was obvious what side Liv was supposed to go to. After showing her ID at the door she went to the pale side of the bar.
"Can I get a bloody mary, hot as you can make it?"
Looking around it was hard not to notice the man on the throne; tortured, bored, good looking with pale, pale skin and near-white blonde hair. If her heart beat fast enough to skip a beat it might have, either out of fear or hope. Was that guy a zombie? Maybe she wasn't the only brain eating resident of The City after all.