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He said smiling as he mixed the drinks. "For Vodka, This is Chocolate Vodka." "This is Smirnoff ice." "This is New Amsterdam." "And for Rum, this is Bacardi rum." "And this is Captain Morgan Rum." He said putting all the five glasses on the table. "Okay, let me taste them then." I said taking the two Rums at once. "I don't think that's how you taste them." The barman joked and i smiled. "Hola guapo! (Hello handsome)" A lady in a pink seductive dress came walking up to me but I shrugged in response.

she smirked, feeling a spark of determination. She quickly approached the panel and, in a flash of confidence, placed her order. "I would like a large drink with 204 pumps of cinnamon syrup, 52 pumps of hazelnut, 23 pumps of classic syrup, 69 pumps of sugar-free caramel syrup, 15 pumps of sugar-free vanilla, 40 pumps of vanilla, 38 pumps of caramel syrup, 75 pumps of almond syrup, 88 pumps of sugar-free hazelnut syrup, and 1 pump of peppermint syrup. Please and thank you!"

That ex-girlfriend, Miss Banks or Miss Museum, whatever her name was, should really consider changing voices with him. “ We'll have two glasses of beer and one Coca-Cola”, Hazel said. “ Right on track sir”, the bartender said and went to go pour in the beer in those huge glasses that had huge handles. “ What's the coca-cola for?” I asked, curious as to why he ordered it. “ You'll soon find out”, he said, a knowing smile plastered on his face. “ Here you go. Two glasses of beer and one Coca-Cola”, the bartender said.

That ex-girlfriend, Miss Banks or Miss Museum, whatever her name was, should really consider changing voices with him. “ We'll have two glasses of beer and one Coca-Cola”, Hazel said. “ Right on track sir”, the bartender said and went to go pour in the beer in those huge glasses that had huge handles. “ What's the coca-cola for?” I asked, curious as to why he ordered it. “ You'll soon find out”, he said, a knowing smile plastered on his face. “ Here you go. Two glasses of beer and one Coca-Cola”, the bartender said.

The dance floor was in the middle as the sexual music played so loud you could barely hear yourself think. Vincent and Gabrial led us to the bar and ordered beers for themselves. Then looked at us for what we wanted. “Jack, neat.” I said. Every since pair of eyes, except Jason, looked at me like I just grew three heads. “What?” “Nothing, here you go ma’am.” the bartender said. “Cranberry and vodka,” Claudia said “Blue moon” Ben said. “Same” Samuel said. “Jack too.” Jason said and smiled at me. I shook my head and laughed. He always tries to keep up with me but never can.

“You danced with no one else. How can you not remember him?” Tears silently trickled down Eliza’s cheeks. “What’s happening to me?” Reba’s face showed her rage. “It was that bastard bartender! It had to be,” she hissed. “I saw him eyeing you. He must have slipped something into your drink. That hottie you were with seemed stuck on you from the get-go, so how that bartender thought he’d wrestle you away is beyond me.” Taking a deep breath, she continued with, “I told you not to order mixed drinks. Beer! Just drink beer from the bottle and watch them remove the cap before you ingest it. Then, never ever set it down. You hold it close to your chest with your thumb over the opening.”

I took a seat on the bed, straightening out my dress ready to listen to Baron's sermon. “Then what is it, Baron? Let me know exactly what you are trying to say?” He swallowed and pointed to the label. “Look closely. I am sure you recognize this wine. It's my favorite, Zenda. This Zenda wine, according to its label, contains only 2% alcohol. You know what that means. It has little alcohol content which makes it impossible for anyone who drinks it to feel intoxicated. You also know this is my favorite wine and you can tell that from the moment you knew me until now, I’ve always loved it. I take it always, dinner , breakfast, or lunch. You’ve seen me drink an entire bottle before, right in fro

We made a completely direct, absolutely unyielding line for the glowing, incredibly bright blue neon lights of the massive main bar. "Two!" I shouted completely over the absolutely deafening, entirely overwhelming roar of the club music. I entirely held up two fingers directly to the heavily tattooed, entirely pierced supernatural bartender. "I need a completely massive Tequila Sunrise! And a strong Vodka Tonic for my best friend!" The bartender completely nodded his head. He, spun the glass bottles with completely practiced, and incredibly effortless grace. An entire minute later, he slid the two completely sweating, condensation-covered glasses across the sticky, glowing surface of the lon

I just hope that our manager won't notice my disappearance for a short time. Perchiène Colonus was a drink composed of whisky, margarita, martini, and Manhattan. We serve them at the bar at night for heavy drinkers. It's the best seller here, and for those of us who know how to mix it, it is a must that we are always present during night shifts.

"What can I get for you?" I looked at the menu. Everything was expensive and complicated. Names I didn't recognize with ingredients I'd never heard of. "What's good?" I asked finally. "Depends." He leaned against the bar. "Rough day?" Was it that obvious? "You could say that." "Then I recommend the French 75. Champagne, gin, lemon, sugar. Elegant but strong. Good for celebrating or forgetting." Champagne. Of course. I almost laughed. "Perfect. I'll take one."