Anne should order a drink and act casually.

Standing out would just make the person she is trying to chase slip away, right? And it doesn't look like there is an immediately visible back exit. So the redhead pulls up a bar stool next to her, near the entrance, and with a view of the patrons of this... odd place.

"Yeah, um... I'll take... one of those," the redhead says, pointing to a drink that one of the others sitting at the bar is drinking. The gruff bartender raises an eyebrow, but doesn't question it. As he turns to make the drink, Anne looks over the whole place, trying to spot anyone suspicious.

You can't help but do the same, also curious, though part of you wonders again why Anne is so convinced that this person is specifically trying to escape her with a book they'd just found on the ground. Did they maybe know its mysterious value? Or is Anne jumping to conclusions here?

While this place continues to exude a strange, somewhat off-putting energy, no one in the establishment jumps out as a prime suspect. They just look like people in a bar. Some are sitting in booths talking; some are at the bar itself drinking, some are playing pool.

Anne is just about to turn away from that last group when she sees something that catches her eye: As the pool player scratches by sending the cue-ball into a pocket, they look disappointed in their mistake... then with a flick of their wrist, the cue-ball floats up out of the pocket and flies safely into the palm of their opponent.

Anne's jaw nearly drops as she watches this. The bartender places her ordered drink in front of her, and she doesn't look his way. She takes the drink, still staring at the pool game, and takes a big gulp of the fruity tasting liquid.

The fact that the drink is shockingly delicious, and seems to give her a shiver of pep, takes a back seat to what she witnessed there. She keeps watching, and sees several other instances of just casual... magic. Floating a glass over to sip from it, arranging the balls for the next game, even just calmly making the pool cues suspend in mid-air as they line up shots... And no one seems to be impressed by this except for Anne.

You thought this place was strange, and you come to a similar conclusion that the new-girl does.

This is a magic bar!

That might explain why it seemed to appear from nowhere. Oh! And now you think you get the title of the place.

Anne seems to be totally taken by this display of mystical arts so casually that she almost misses the bartender's second clearing of his throat. She does turn his way, though, looking at his gruff and expectant face.

"You want another?" He asks, indicating her empty glass. She didn't realize she'd drank the whole drink while staring at the pool game.

"Oh, um, no, I'm good," she says, smiling and then turning to resume her watch.

"Okay. That'll be three gold," the bartender replies. Did... did he just say 'three gold'? As if that were a normal measure of money?

Anne looks flabbergasted. She realizes in that moment that she didn't have any money on her, let alone three gold, whatever that means. "Er... aheh... About that..."

"Hey, if you didn't want the Mana Fruit Cocktail, you shouldn't have ordered it. Expensive or not, ya gotta pay for it," the bartender replies, upset. A few people look her way. This is the opposite of blending in.

"It's just that.. .I was kind of in a hurry before, and I think I left my... gold... at home, so..." Anne stumbles, hoping that her cute face and bountiful bosom may distract the bartender and give her a pass.

She seems to fail that check, though. "Look. Either you pay the tab or you work it off. What's it gonna be?"

Anne gulps, and looks around. Patrons are waiting for her answer with weirdly uncomfortable interest.

You wonder how she plans to get out of this one.