Novel & Cerita Bartender Halloween

‎ ‎ ‎Then I emptied the glass of tequila down my throat, feeling the parch scorch my throat. ‎ ‎ ‎" Hm. You should probably get a dress then, it's a gala, not an effin Bill Skarsgård ‎Halloween party. ‎ ‎ ‎i dropped the glass roughly against the drawer, ‎ ‎ ‎and popped open the second bottle of tequila ‎ ‎ ‎"And what about you?," " Aren't you going to be my associate?" ‎ ‎ ‎"Or would you rather be a drunken stunk first?" ‎ ‎ ‎i scoffed.

Anyway, the three of us stepped into a nearby tavern and immediately got welcomed by the stench of rum and the sweaty bodies of tens of men, all drinking and laughing like there was no tomorrow. With the drought going around the country and most of Europe, it was a surprise that these people could still be so merry. "Bartender," Nikolaus walked straight to the counter where a female bartender stood. "Get us your finest cups of... The usual." The female bartender raised her head the second those words came out of Nikolaus's mouth. The 'usual' he was talking about was nothing other than the bloody Mary, a drink served to vampires. The bartender seemed to be familiar with Nikolaus but that wasn

Miranda replied, "A lemonade." Winter couldn't believe her ears. "Say that again?" "…I want a lemo—" Winter cut her off and told the bartender, "She'll have a Bloody Mary!" The bartender smiled. "Sure." Miranda couldn't bring herself to smile. Unbeknownst to her, someone was gazing at her from behind, reluctant to take his eyes off her. … Hansel stood at the banquet hall entrance, leaning against the wall. He checked his watch from time to time.

said the bartender, smiling sweetly. "Oh, this is so delicious. I want another shot," Ann said, licking her lips in a sensual motion. She held out her empty glass. The bartender quickly gave another glass of special cocktail that was different. This cocktail was red mixed with orange. "It's also delicious. You're great," said Ann admiringly. "I can treat you to another cocktail as long as you want to date me," the bartender said with a charming smile. The man was very handsome. His body also looked very sexy.

he smiled knowingly as an elderly woman walked up to them. "Having a party?" She asked cheerfully. "Yes, ma'am," Richard replied as he returned the smile. The elderly woman seemed to be charmed by his warm smile and chanted happily, "I'm too. My hubby's birthday is tomorrow. I'm planning a surprise party for him. Do you think American Honey liquor and campari will go well with the event?" She asked. "Yes. Skyy vodka, Glenfiddich and cranberry juice will also help put smiles in the faces of your guests too," Richard offered as the elderly woman quickly put all of them into her trolley and collected extra 6 bottles of Hennessy drink from the shelf.

Mom, bless her heart, was unaware of this particular part of the celebration, also the fact that her goody two shoes daughter was pounding down the drinks like there was no tomorrow. “Hey, bartender, what's that drink called again? You know, the one with the little umbrella?” I slurred my words, barely holding it together. The bartender, a patient-looking woman in her forties, smiled kindly at me. “You mean Mai Tai, hon?” “That’s the one,” I said, giving her a thumbs-up. “I'll have another one of those,” I was having the time of my life. Ariana Grande’s 'Thank U, Next' blasted through the speakers, my head swaying from side to side, nodding to the beat.

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.

Clarita asks "I'm a witch" Lily replies, chuckling. "You think I lived all these years not to know how to handle myself while drinking?" "Okay..." "I'll have juice..." Dahlia says "And before you all disagree, we can't all get drunk. Your mates will kill me if I don't get you all home in one piece." "Aww, sorry..." Carla says before turning to the barman. "You have our orders." He bows slightly and leaves. The drink soon arrives, packaged inside black cardboard boxes with ‘Hell In A Cell’ printed on them in bold fiery letters. My eyes widen when the barman opens one and removes a skull decanter.

The first place I headed was to the bartender, I knew it was going to take a lot to get through this night, and I needed all the help I could get. “Would you like a Lauren Lemon Drop or a Todd Tequila Shot?” “Are the only two things on the menu?” I asked. I shouldn’t be surprised that they had signature drinks named after themselves. The bartender gave me a sympathetic smile, “Or we have the Marry Me Margarita.” This was going to be a very long night. “A margarita then…” I walked away with my margarita in hand and joined a small group of people surrounding the life-size ice sculpture of Lauren and Todd.

I was just another employee at his birthday party. "Here's your cake!" Jackson returned, balancing two plates. Hazel materialized beside us, looking flushed and pleased with herself. "The bartender just made me something off-menu. Said it was called 'The Knight Special.' Pretty sure it's like ninety percent vodka." "Sounds lethal," Jackson grinned. "That's the point," Hazel winked, then lowered her voice. "Alexander keeps looking over here, by the way. Every time Katherine talks, his eyes drift to you." "Stop it," I hissed, taking a bite of cake to avoid continuing this conversation.