The dimly lit bar, "Elegance," was a haven for those seeking refined ambiance and top-shelf liquor. Frederick and Alexander sat perched on long, crimson leather stools, their weary eyes scanning the polished mahogany counter. The soft glow of pendant lamps above the bar cast a warm, inviting light on the rows of gleaming bottles and glasses. The air was thick with the sweet scent of aged whiskey and the gentle hum of hushed conversations.
As they settled in, Giovanni, the Italian bartender with a charming accent and a wild shock of curly hair, greeted them with a warm smile. "Ah, Signori! Welcome back to Elegance! What can I get for you tonight?"
Alexander, ever the connoisseur, ordered a classic Negroni, while Frederick opted for a simple whiskey on the rocks. Giovanni expertly mixed their drinks, his hands moving with the precision of a maestro. As he handed them their glasses, he asked, "How's life treating you, my friends?"
