Alec really isn't sure where he is. It doesn't look like anywhere in New York unless it's one of those mundane science fiction shops that Simon likes to go to. But even those aren't this smooth and polished looking and none of those serve drinks.

He barely registers the details before the room suddenly goes dark. Pulling his witchlight out of his pocket, he lets out a slow breath as pale, white light spills from between his fingers. Looking around, he realizes that it doesn't look like they're about to be attacked by demons but that doesn't explain why the power has gone out. "What's going on?"