Once upon a time, Don Draper and Roger Sterling flew to Seattle for an imaginary business trip. But when Mad Men's final string of episodes kicks off on Sunday, we'll be plunged back into the final months of the 1960s. 

While their counterparts in the Parks and Recreation universe are more into breakfast food, clearly the Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce crew likes its cocktails. Here, an up-for-argument guess on which Seattle bar each character would frequent for his or her cocktail of choice. 

Don Draper: Suite 410
When we last saw our antihero he was reasserting himself professionally and looked to be getting his groove back. Just like this bar just off Belltown on Stewart, which has evolved from a den of drinks with names like Hot Mango Love to a conclave of some of the most talented barkeeps in town. Too bad Don wouldn't get any of the Star Wars and Princess Bride references on the cocktail menu. And he'll probably just have an Old Fashioned.

Roger Sterling: Vito's
Vito's, like the Sterling Cooper's silver fox scion, hasn't changed with the times except to embrace the mood-altering substances of a new era. (LSD for Roger, craft cocktails for Vito's.) Sterling's three-piece suit would fit in quite nicely at First Hill's storied cocktail lounge, which opened its doors in 1953, right around the time Sterling met an upstart young fur salesman with a knack for writing ads. Though the bar staff might want to update his beloved Stoli martini with a local spirit.

Betty Draper: The Bar at Nordstrom
Blueberry lavender martinis and light bites with a view of this season's outerwear? Sounds just about right. Sorry Betty, there's no smoking in here.

Peggy Olson: Rob Roy
Sterling Cooper's first female copywriter can knock them back, and would appreciate a bar owned by another talented woman. Back in the day, Freddy Rumsen likened Peggy's professional prowess to "watching a dog play the piano." Like Peggy, Rob Roy has overcome a stereotype—its earliest associations with shiny-shirted Belltown nightlife shenanigans—to become among the best in its field.

Joan Harris: Le Caviste
Even before we saw her croon 'C'est Magnifique' (while rocking an accordion solo!) Joan always had that indescribable verve usually associated with French women. She'd charm the hell out of this tiny downtown wine cave, trading sass with owner David Butler until he finally relents and recommends a nice vin rouge. 

Pete Campbell: Hotel Albatross
Peter Dyckman Campbell appreciates a good pedigree, thus would feel at home at this new Ballard bar from some of the folks behind Hazlewood and Ocho. Old East Coast Pete might have cooled his heels somewhere stuffier, but happy, tan California Pete does enjoy the occasional fruity cocktail, and would be all over the well-wrought tiki drinks. Receding hairline aside, this guy's a trendspotter and would be quick to embrace tiki's resurgence.

Megan Draper: E. Smith Mercantile
A little artsy, very trendy, but surprisingly down to earth, this unexpected bar in the rear of a Pioneer Square shop seems like a place where Megan might hang out after acting class. Maybe Murray Stenson (who now bartends here two nights a week) could lend a sympathetic ear to her thorny marital woes. Megan would also be all over the tiki nights happening at places like Essex and Rob Roy and Rumba.

Harry Crane: Canon
Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce's head of television would go big on the 144-page captain's list, then stumble out the door to finish the night in some cheeseball bar on Pike/Pine only to name drop his fleeting acquaintance with Jamie Boudreau to anyone who will (or won't) listen. Obviously he'd expense the whole damn thing. Harry, you're the worst. And you look ridiculous in that ascot.

Ken Cosgrove: Hazlewood
The tucked-away seating upstairs offers a quiet destination for a cocktail and some meditations on how life strayed so far off course. Perhaps the once-congenial Vermonter can parlay his angst into another story for the Atlantic Monthly. At least his eye patch somehow wouldn't feel terribly out of place in Ballard's late-night milieu.

Sally Draper: Linda's
You've seen her boarding school antics; that girl totally has a fake ID.