Liz wasn't the only one with a magic bar under her ownership.
The town had been long held as a site of high magical energy that could keep the bars empowered.
And each had its own brand of transformative energy that influenced the patrons.
There were six such bars.
First, there was Liz's bar, obviously.
Then in the old town district, there was the "Dusty Coral", a country themed bar under head patron Martha Dunn.
A shot of her homemade whisky sour could make anybody let out a hearty "Yee-haw!"
And most patrons left the place as country as the big haired woman that ran it.
Third on the list was Mr. Kioshi Karisaki's futuristic science bar dubbed "Automita Lounge".
The waitresses were dressed up as robots with a friendly disposition, even talking that way.
Unbeknownst to the person on the street, his robot waitresses weren't exactly acting.
Just start a fight, avoid paying, or any other misdemeanor in his bar and you'd find yourself working as a big busted "fembot" asking the sweaty neckbeard in the corner if he'd like a massage with his Sake.
Next up was the thumpin' nightclub "Paradise Glossed", run by DJ Ricky Mick.
He was the master of the beat, and a bit of a playboy mixing business with pleasure.
Bring your girl here for some cocktails and dancing, and you'll walk out curvy bimbos looking for some fun, maybe getting a chance to do it with "Mick Daddy" himself.
Fifthly, there was the "Heartbreak Hard Rock" run by widow Abigail Marcone.
Bring your achy breaky heart here, and you might just find yourself in love with someone... doesn't even matter who they are!
There's even been times when one lonely soul's found himself or herself a harem of new lovers.
Last but not least, there was the upscale bar in the central area run by former NYC socialite Mary Ellen Grace.
Dubbed the "Gold Calibur" by the lady herself, this bar was of the upmost standards.
If you don't have the air of a high class snob, Mrs. Grace will make sure of it.