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I said, moving away from him. After hearing Miriam's story, I realized that there's something more than what meets the eyes. People might act strong, smile, and pretend to be fine, but deep inside they are carrying heavy burdens. Miriam was right: there aren't a lot of customers during the day. But the bar became crowded in the afternoon, and we were busy. As we started working, I learned new types of cocktails, such as the White Lady, which is made up of gin, lemon juice, and Cointreau. Some of those drunk men were shouting and causing trouble; thanks to Aaron for dealing with them.

The fabric felt reassuring against my skin as I tied it around my waist, mentally preparing myself for the tasks ahead. With a warm smile, Mr. William gestured towards the array of liquor bottles, explaining the basics of the bar's setup. “Alright, Eva, let me give you a quick rundown of our offerings,” he began, his voice filled with enthusiasm. “We have a wide selection of spirits, wines, and beers. Over here, you'll find our premium whiskey, while the vodkas and gins are on the shelf to your right.” I nodded attentively, absorbing his instructions. It was clear that Mr. William took pride in his establishment and wanted me to feel confident in my role. As he continued, he pointed out the

She wondered if it was just her and mentally noted to ask Esmeralda when she saw her again. Glancing around at the crowd as she weaved her way through them, she wondered if professor Lucas was still around. If any of the other girls had attended to him because she was sure they would have approached him. She silently berated herself for not asking him earlier if he wanted anything, her nerves had definitely done her bad. She approached the bar and saw big Ben patiently explaining one of the drinks on the menu to a confused looking customer. "Ya see, a martini is basically just gin or vodka and vermouth," he said, pointing to the menu. "But, a cosmo is made with cranberry juice, triple sec, a

I didn't have a single drop of energy to waste on arguing; I still had my second shift tonight. "Can I get an order for table seventeen?" I asked the bartender behind the counter. "They want Moët, Dom Pérignon, Hennessy XO, and Blue Label." "You got it." He nodded, immediately reaching for the premium bottles. I leaned against the counter, massaging my temples and praying I could get through the rest of the night without a disaster. When the waiter loaded up the tray, I followed closely behind him back to the lion's den. ~~~

Lexi felt a shiver run down her spine as their eyes met, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the noise of the party fading into the background. Then, without breaking eye contact, the mysterious stranger smiled and raised his glass in a silent toast. Lexi felt her cheeks flush as she smiled back, feeling a spark of electricity that seemed to arc between them like a live wire. As the night wore on, Lexi found herself drawn to the stranger again and again, their conversations flowing easily as they talked about art, music, and life. She learned that his name was Julian Blackwood, and that he was the host of the gala, as well as a renowned art collector.

The bartender smiled and nodded "Yes ma'am and rest assured we don't serve alcohol to under eighteen. This is our rule." Then he took the mixing glass and pour different kinds of juices inside it, he added few herbs, then covered it and started mixing it. His whole body shook as if he danced. a few seconds later he poured the juice in a juice glass and gently handed it to Sohu. "This special drink for the special lady..." He said with a blushing face. Sohu took it from his hand and thanked him, then she took a sip and said with twinkling eyes "It's so tasty!"

It’s at least twenty-nine degrees warmer inside than out, and I shrugged out of my coat, handing it over to someone waiting to take names and taped them to our coats so they would not get lost. There were a few platters of freshly baked treats all along the buffet counter in the back, as well as several large bowls of drinks that smelt strongly of alcohol. It looks like they’ve taken whatever was left in the booze box and mixed it with whatever they could find. Each was labeled with tape, and I saw a couple of different combinations: Jack and coke, seven and seven, gin and tonic, and vodka and sprite. People were lining up at the tables to get their drinks, and a few were clustered around th

You're still going back to work, but can we have a drink while we wait for our meal? - Just one won't hurt. - And what would you like? - Well, you offered me a gastronomic experience, so surprise me. He smiled beautifully and agreed, placing the order with the waiter who brought the drinks and menus. - It's called papa doble. Rum, maraschino liqueur, lemon, grapefruit juice and ice. I think you'll like it. I toast to your beautiful and lovely company. – Levy raised his glass.

He settled onto a stool at the sleek marble bar, seeking comfort in the sophistication that surrounded him. Noah watched as the skilled mixologists artfully crafted cocktails that danced with vibrant colors and intoxicating aromas. He ordered a concoction that promised a tantalizing blend of flavors, hoping it would help numb the ache in his heart. The bartender's expert hands gracefully prepared the drink, infusing it with a touch of magic and care. With each sip, he savored the complex layers, momentarily finding respite from the storm within.

The bartender looked up, his gaze traveling from my face to the curve of my neckline. “What’ll it be?” “The strongest thing you have.” He arched a brow. “You don't look like the type to handle the heavy stuff.” I leaned in, a slow, predatory smile touching my lips. “Soft women are usually the ones who survive the longest, don't you think?” He huffed a laugh and reached for a dark, ornate bottle. “Absinthe. French. Sixty-eight percent. Not for amateurs.” He poured. The liquid was a pale, herbal green. I lifted the glass and downed it.