She pulled her coat tighter and walked up to the counter, where an older man with a spectacles-perched nose was sorting bottles.

Clara stepped back out into the cool evening air. Within two minutes, her phone buzzed with a match at a store just five blocks away. She smiled, picked up her pace, and headed off to secure the bubbles.

"You are a lifesaver," Clara said, already typing into her phone.

"Good luck on your quest," he called out as she headed for the door. "And remember, the best wine is the one shared with good friends!"

The man looked over his glasses, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Ah, the elusive Tipsy Girl. You are the third person to ask for it today. Popular stuff."

"Tipsy Girl isn't just sold anywhere," he explained, pointing toward the computer behind him. "It was born out of a bit of reality TV fame, you know. To find it, you have to look in specific places. Your best bet is usually large, specialized liquor retailers or online delivery platforms that aggregate stock from all over the city."