"Tidal Alice"
Some are them are okay, she'll admit. Nice enough barkeeps dispensing nice enough bourbon with nice enough personalities. Some of them will even give her a decent shot when she smiles and plays with her hair, giggling a little at selected comments. But what Alice really needs tonight is just a healthy pour and then to be left alone with her regrets.
But then she wakes up and her boat no longer has a motor. It looks like it never did. A rusty nail where the motor should be scrapes against her thigh. She's close to the mainland side, but the tides of Pamlico Sound carry her out to an island with cemeteries but no cell service.