Irea sat at the bar, leaning against it's hard wood top while one pale hand flipped the pages of the Hotel's wine catalog. She wore all black, her attire composed of a flowing skirt, blouse, and a scarf. All in all, the outfit was rather unremarkable, except for the addition of a diminutive derby hat which balanced precariously atop her head, a hat which never moved despite the frequent shake whenever a particularly tasteless wine was read from the list.
She glanced up after several minutes, checking to see if anyone she knew had walked in, but for the moment the bar was relatively empty, so she finally ordered a glass. It was only three in the afternoon, after all.