Bar Keeper Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

When he got there, he scanned the room with his eyes, and when he couldn’t see her, he decided to ask the bartender. "Hey. I think there was a really drunk girl with brown hair here." He said, "Do you know where she is?" The bartender drew his brows together as he gazed at Axel warily. He knew exactly who he was talking about, but he was not going to give him that information. He might be one of the guys that tried taking advantage of her, and he was not going to put her in danger. "I didn’t see anyone like that here." The bartender lied: "The only drunk girl I have seen today is blonde."

Also a real charmer. "Sorry, miss," the bartender says and crosses his arms. He's looking at me like he's made up his mind, and it's not good. "I can't run any of these, and if you can't pay for that drink then we're going to have an issue. Should I call security, or do you have another way to pay?"

In fact, if the occupants of the bar knew who had just entered, they would run for the hills. As he approached the bar, he could see the bartender polishing glasses behind the counter. He had a scarred face and looked up as he approached, eyeing him warily. "Give me the strongest drink you have." Dropping a wad of cash on the table, the bartender visibly relaxed and took his order. The bar area was the focal point of the space, featuring a long, polished concrete bar top with a sleek, modern design. He noticed it was stocked with top-shelf liquors, premium beers, and artisanal wines, all displayed on open shelving or behind glass cabinets for easy access.

I then stopped. "Good morning everyone," I greeted them; allowing them to see I was not here to punish anyone. They all greeted me and get back to whatever they were doing. "So, what can I get you Mr. Bates?" an old grey hair bartender asked me. "Just a beer," I answered him. As I took notice of everyone within the bar. "Here you go, alpha," the bartender gave me the beer.

Paul arrived at the Lido Bar and listened to what Ramon was telling him about the beer that he was insisting that Annika was drinking. Paul walks towards Annika and asks her, "Were you drinking this beer at the pantry?" "Paul, I do not drink alcohol during my shift; that beer in the pantry is a leftover from a passenger, and I left it there to toss its content in the sink." She added.

The barkeep shuffled his heavy form on his swollen ankles and held his love handles. "Information about what?" The barkeeper asked. "A woman." Ben continued, cracking another peanut shell in the clear dish tray, only to drop the nuts back in with the wasted hard coverings. The bartender nodded, then smiled, "well if you wanted a good time why didn't you just say so?" Then he waved toward a woman who sat in the far corner, with wild curly auburn locks, and a ripped vintage dress that displayed a great amount of shoulder skin and cleavage.

I get through the hot bottles and start counting the pre-mixes and beer bottles with my back facing the other side of the bar. "Ah is the bar open for service?" The manly voice cuts into my train of thinking. "One moment." I hold a finger up, trying to concentrate. "Scotch, neat about three fingers high when you're ready." He casually says. I wave my hand at him again trying not to lose count. When I'm done, I straighten and pour him a scotch. "Heads up" I call out as I slide it along the bar countertop. "I don't fucking believe it." He laughs. "Lisa. Lisa turner is that you?"