Bartender Halloween Novels & Stories

A server saunters up, hips swinging, with a tray of peach champagne. She hands out flutes one by one, all smiles and cleavage, until she stops in front of me. She pulls out a Sharpie from somewhere between her tits and holds it up. “Can you sign my apron?” She bends forward just enough to flash me her … assets. Full frontal. No shame. All commitment. Every waitress tonight is dressed in the same skimpy black-and-white maid outfit, and I’m suddenly very aware that Halloween is a dangerous holiday.

Is it just me or is this place filled with handsome men? The bartender greeted me with a charming grin. “What can I get for you?” “Something strong enough to make me enjoy the night without burning my tongue,” I replied, trying to sound casual. He laughed, clearly entertained. “I’ve got just the thing. Try my signature cocktail, I call it the ‘Lunar Bliss.’” “Sounds fancy. Gimme that.” “Coming right up, milady!” He winked at me and proceeded to whip his special cocktail. He spun the shaker with smooth, practiced movements, his hands a blur of motion. I couldn’t help but raise my eyebrows in awe as I watched his bartending skills.

“Unless you plan to vanish between now and tomorrow night.” I laugh. “Fine. Cobbler duty accepted.” “Good.” She scribbles something with a pencil. “Now, drinks. There’ll be cider, warm and cold, a few crates of wine, and someone promised to make elderberry lemonade for the kids.” “And what about something stronger?” I ask mischievously. Hanna gives me a surprised look. “Marek’s got a barrel of something stashed that I’m not supposed to talk about. He’ll bring it out once the moon is high and the music gets wild.”

Kevin sighed, then he said to the bartender with his disguise voice "Please make an orange flavour drink for her, but without ice and one martini for me..." Jenny pulled him and whispered "You can't drink alcohol! If ever Doraemon came to know that we had drunk alcohol when she was with us, then he will kill us for sure." Kevin nodded "You are right." Then he looked at the bartender and said: "Please, can you make the nice drinks for us, according to you but without alcohol?" The bartender smiled and nodded "Yes ma'am and rest assured we don't serve alcohol to under eighteen. This is our rule."

The outline of his cock and the bulge of his balls are clearly visible. “I ordered dinner, come eat and then we will set up for the evening before the rest of the staff arrive. Willow, you can help Asim and Hikaru in the DJ booth. I will help Raff at the bar. The downstairs bar will need reminders that cocktails containing Poitin Shantu are off the menu for the evening, except for those with the key to the safe, which would be Raff. That stuff is rare and only Raff has access as one of a handful who know that recipe and can make it. That said, Raff has a small bottle of it on him and we will most likely need it tonight. I have changed the bartender rotation to keep Raff and Blaze up here ton

“How can you not be blamed? This accident with Tommy is entirely your responsibility as his teacher, and your kindergarten isn’t innocent either! “Who allowed you to take little children into a haunted house? And knowing Tommy has claustrophobia, you still brought him in?” Anger flared through me, and I no longer restrained myself. With one swift motion, I slapped Holly, who was still struggling under my hold. She froze, eyes wide in shock and outrage. “You dare hit me?” Kent stepped forward, placing himself between us. I shook my stinging hand, a sense of reckless defiance taking over. “Yes, I dare!” I snapped. “That haunted house was just a Halloween-themed attraction. It clearly stated at

“It happened at the nightclub. I walked in. Nothing seemed shady. It was a normal club. Maybe it was just a rumor. At least that's what I thought. But I wish I never would have gone. People were looking at me weirdly, but I didn’t think much of it at first. I walked to the bar. The men sitting beside me were side-eyeing. It was starting to creep me out. “Excuse me, I’d like a margarita!” The bartender looked at me in amusement. “We don’t serve those here.” “I’ll have a Cosmopolitan then.” “Don’t have it.” “Moscow?” “Nope” “Old fashioned?” “No” What kind of bar doesn’t serve these common beverages? “What do you have then?” He eyed me up and down. “Bloody fang, Vamptini, Dark Fangroni, Blood o

The vast majority of the people in line were werewolves; you had a few witches and humans. After a ten-minute wait or so and being searched by the bouncer, we were let in. The music was deafening; it rattled the pictures on the wall. The strobe lights flashed in multicolor, and the dance floor was jam-packed. We made our way to the bar, and Jordyn ordered tequila shots and tequila sunrises. “What's the special occasion, sexy ladies?” This fine, dark-skinned bartender asked. “My homegirl is celebrating her 21st birthday tonight.” She leaned over the counter, retrieving our drinks.

the bartender asked Helen, in charge of pouring drinks for the students. Helen smiled and requested a simple drink. "Non-alcoholic," she said, and the bartender poured her a serving. Helen picked up the glass and tasted the drink. It was sweet. Together with the music playing, Helen didn't know when she started to dance to the music, as the drink made her feel so alive. "Wait, I thought I told the man non-alcoholic. Why do I feel like dancing?" Helen frowned when she noticed she was dancing to the beat of the music.

He’s good with his words, and just like a delicious glass of wine, he makes you feel all relaxed. Today it is Halloween and although we don’t go trick or treating, with around 47 adults in the pack, some of the women thought we should have like a little party. And so here we are all dressed up, with the place decorated really incredibly with cobwebs, spiders, ghosts and blood.