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In any case, she's mature enough to have filled out in the right spots and her tits swing with her rhythm as she grinds her pelvis against the pole. The bar's busy, humming with customers; all male, most watching the girl over the tops of their glasses; cocktails bedecked with umbrellas, silk flowers and other crap bling. One, fat, middle-aged and wet-lipped; shoves his cocktail glass across the bar. "I'll have a Tequila Sunrise." I can't remember the damned ingredients for the cocktail, but I have a phone propped below the counter. Not my phone, just a phone... a recipe app open and at the ready.

“What are you having?” “Brown cow.” “Good choice.” “Brown cow,” the bartender said, putting the tumbler down in front of Shae. “Thanks,” Shae said, it being unclear where the gratitude was directed. “What will you have?” the bartender asked, noticing me. “Rum and diet coke and put an umbrella in it.” “Funny,” the bartender said, without a shred of humor. He stalked away, presumably to make my drink. “Still avoiding sugar?” Shae asked, taking a sip of her chocolaty-looking drink.

He inquired. “No... the whole bottle,” “The whole bot— I am sorry madam, but it's limited... shots only.” “Ok, how many shots in the whole bottle?” “Well, it doesn't say, but judging from my bartending experience, I would say thirty,” he bragged. “Yeah, alright give me thirty-one shots of zinfandel,” “But—it's only thirty,” he complained. “Well, I guess, you owe me one,” I smirked. Chuckling lowly in defeat, he shook his head, walking towards the shelf, fetching the bottle, experienced bartender my ass, I've been in it for a year and I learned every code and trick.

She didn’t know what kind of drink it was that, but she heard for it quite a few times, so at least she could give it a try. “One martini, coming right up.” The bartender chirped and proceeded to prepare her order. He showed her a few of his tricks by throwing and shaking the bottles, pouring the liquor on a cocktail glass in an excessive manner—trying to impress her, along with three cubes of ice and stirring it well. Then he squeezes lemon juice on it and out the peel on the glass’s rim for the garnish. After it was finished, he slid it towards her.

Karina replied. "Wanna try Paradise Rum?" the bartender asked again while trying to recommend a drink for Karina to try. "Sure." The bartender quickly gathered several ingredients he needed such as grenadine, pineapple juice, Malibu rum, and blue curacao. With skillful hands, the bartender made a beautiful drink with layers of blue, yellow, orange, and red in the glass. After finishing the drink, the bartender promptly handed it to Karina. "Enjoy!" he said, placing a tissue next to Karina's glass.

In another corner, a small stage hosted a variety of erotic sensual performances at regular intervals, each more enthralling than the last. Opposite the lounge, an expansive bar counter showcased an impressive array of spirits, each bottle meticulously arranged within glass cabinets. The bartenders, skilled in the art of flairtending, flipped bottles and executed fire tricks with practiced ease, drawing cheers from onlookers. The cocktail menu boasted a thousand unique concoctions, each more enticing than the last.

Edeline He snapped back to the present, looking at me with a soft chuckle. "Oh, that’s a mix of Jägermeister, coconut rum, and pineapple juice. Not a lot of bartenders know it, but it’s good—better than it sounds, I promise. You can have it as a shot or a drink. It might sound weird, but trust me, it’s surprisingly tasty. Don’t worry, you’ll be just fine," he assured me with a nod, his tone more playful now.

"Of course. You think I'd show up as a first-day-bartender and not razzle-dazzle?" She smiled. "Razzle-dazzle is definitely in short supply around here. We need it." I loved her for saying that. I set about putting the drinks in order, doing my best not to be distracted by the whole wall of bottles. Some I knew by smell, some by bad decisions, others by name. Each with a story. My own, or someone else's. I took the laminated menu and narrowed my eyes. "MangoVodkaTea. what in the bisexual brunch is this?"

Strong and bold. Kali had handed her a menu with a list of cocktails, beers, and spirits, but she asked for something mild because she didn't know anything. She poured a white wine spritzer into a glass for Skylar, added shaved ice, and swiftly passed the cup to her to attend to another person.

I asked, wiping down the sticky counter with a rag. She slapped the paper against my chest. “Another love note. From Mr. Tall, Dark, and Probably Toxic.” I sighed. “How many times do I have to tell you? You’re my best friend, not my girlfriend.” She gasped dramatically, clutching her heart. “Tragic. Rejected again.” Then she tossed her blonde hair and sauntered off like the stage queen she was. I shook my head, grabbed the next set of orders, and let my hands do the work. Mojito. Sidecar. Californication. Quick, smooth, automatic. Bartending was muscle memory now.