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"It's a booze concoction which you'll only find here. I can mix you a few shots under seconds if you want." "Is it good?" "Oh, it's better than good. It's a drink for gods! The first one's on me if you don't like it." The bartender turned and quickly began mixing the drinks. I could have sworn he used about six different alcohol beverages. "Here you go." He handed me a shot glass filled to the brim with his 'Seventh Heaven'. I snatched the glass from him and took the drink in one gulp. It was fucking good! "Shit! Give me more!" I ordered.

She took a few more sips to confirm. Gradually, the stimulation of her taste buds jogged her memory. Summer repeated the information she remembered, "It's gin, cherry brandy, lemon juice, sugar… Is that right?" The bartender nodded silently. "Miss, you're almost correct, but not entirely. Please think again." Think again? Summer wondered. She had already listed out all the ingredients she could think of. But since the bartender said so, it meant that Summer had still missed out on something. Now, with three-quarters of the red drink already consumed, Summer probably wouldn't be able to figure out the remaining ingredients even if she finished the drink.

I stammered, embarrassed. She gave me a look, somewhere between frustration and amusement. “If you want to survive your first night here,” she said firmly, “you need to sharpen your listening skills. Bartending isn’t just about pouring drinks. You’ve got to understand what these drunk men want and serve them the right thing. Trust me, messing up orders will get you in trouble fast.” “I’m sorry,” I apologized again, my face flushing with heat. “Don’t worry about it. Just call me Dessa,” she said, her tone softening. “We go by first names here. Anyway, if you forget any drink combinations, I’ve got a cheat sheet down here,” she pointed to a laminated sheet stuck underneath the counter.

I watch carefully as he transcribes on the napkin. “Now about that drink.” He grabs a glass. “We can’t serve shots, but I can pour you three glasses with a finger each.” His head tilts, and his dark brown eyes search mine for acceptance as he awaits my reply. “One glass is fine. You can serve it separately as three shots or as an all-in-one drink.” I smile, loving the weight of his dark eyes upon my face while he listens attentively. Hmm... Bartenders really are great listeners. “I’d like two fingers each, please.”

First level is a quick shot of Chivas, second was Jim Beam, 3rd was Jameson and then Jack Daniel's going on to Johnnie Walker, Bacardi Black, Silver 1969 Bacardi and the last one of the nine was Absolute Vodka before drinking the dangerous and lethal Firefox--- a mix of blue Curaçao, 151° Bacardi, Tequila, gin, grenadine syrup and orange juice. "Ready?" Judy prepared the signal and the stopwatch on her phone. She looked at Lissa who looked like she was praying to every saint, god and sinner there is to know. Then she gazed at Anthony who looks like his soul has already left his body. "Ready, Mr. Lee?" "Go!" The two of them drank the first one at the same time. The timer was set and the numbe

The bartender accepts his order, and taking several bottles and two glasses, he starts doing a lot of tricks and juggling, spinning the glass around his body and the bottles in the air, throwing ice, and doing a bunch of other stuff. "Wow... See that Dominik, he's doing amazing things!" I say excitedly, watching the bartender preparing our drinks in that amazing way. Hugging me from behind as we watch the bartender doing his show, Dominik replies, "Yes, I see that, that's common among high-class bartenders." "Really? That's amazing..." Unable to help but smile, I continue to watch mesmerized as that bartender finishes preparing our drinks, after so many amazing moves, handing us two relative

Leaving me dazed, the taste of him on my lips and his frame vanishing in the crowd. "What can I get you?", The bartender's shout pulled my attention back. I spun the barstool back to the front, tapped my nails on the black counter and searched for the menu, I thought I glanced at earlier. "Can I start with the house cocktail?", I asked while staring at the little chalkboard menus along the bar that listed off the ten drinks for the grand event tonight. All the cocktails were strong but that's what I wanted to start with.. "Miss you came with Mr Makalov. You can have anything I make", The bartender chuckled.

Even though she’d smiled all day—shopping with Anna, eating delicious food, chatting about lighthearted things—she still felt off. She’d promised Scott not to drink when he wasn’t around. But tonight, with Anna and Kendrick here, she figured she could bend the rules just this once. The bartender placed a single ice cube into the glass, frozen around a tiny purple daisy. With a copper spoon, he stirred it gently, the flower spinning in the glass like a dream. He then performed a mesmerizing show, pouring three kinds of alcohol in graceful arcs between two shakers. The liquid turned into a white ribbon in the air, landing perfectly back in the shaker—like magic.

She's a waitress too, but over time, Ruru assigned her to handle the expensive drinks. "Lisa! Were you not listening to my explanation earlier?" She waved the black cloth she was holding in front of my face. "Top Shelf Liquor can be divided into two categories! Darks and Lights. The Darks include Scotch, Brandy, and Whiskey, while the Lights are Gin, Tequila, and Vodka," she explained once again. I nodded to move the conversation along, her words were barely audible over the DJ's music and the people dancing on the floor.

Her eyes moved to the wall clock next to the lockers and she realised the bar would be opened any time now. Champagne arranged her clothes and hair. One more time she made sure that her face wasn't stained with tears. Finally Champagne walked out after keeping away her clothes, she walked towards the bar and that's how time flew. The bar got crowded, the music at first was so loud then it became relaxing afterwards, and Champagne lost count of drinks. Since Sam was paying who was she to refuse, she kept drinking as if there's no tomorrow for her until him. Nikolai Vlayes didn't expect for a drunk girl to capture his attention tonight.