The bartender chuckles and reaches under the counter, procuring a bottle of violet-red alcohol. He pours a glass three quarters full of vodka, then measures out a teaspoon of the purplish liquid and drops it in, smiling as the introduced fluid swirls around the contents of the glass, forming a thick-looking cloud suspended in the middle of the Coalition-produced water-with-benefits.
"One very potent Squamish Nebula for you, Raider. Let's hope ya don't find any ghosts, eh?" he announces, leaving the drink on the counter in front of a barstool for Daniel.