Bartender Halloween Novels & Stories

“Hey Hank. Meet my friend Kieran. It’s his first time here so give him the first timer special. You know the one you guys gave me.” Kieran looked at her quizzically but didn’t think anything of it. Hank the bartender came back with a metal tumbler filled with a cedar like color next to it there a plate of deep-fried rings. He took a bite of the rings and chewed. It took a few minutes of chewing to realize there were suckers sticking to the inside of his cheek. He didn’t want to be rude so he went to drink the liquid in the cup. It was awful, a strong alcohol that he couldn’t place. His taste buds were angry at the offending food and drink. Closing his eyes and scrunching up his face he did h

It was the classic little black dress with some sparkle at the shoulder (Chloe’s choice) paired with black strappy sandals and a clutch in a chic harlequin pattern of black and white. I could help looking in concealed amazement at the amount of alcohol being consumed around me. Of course, werewolves had a much higher tolerance than humans, but even so, the bartenders were in constant motion mixing, shaking, stirring, and pouring concoctions and confections of every color in the rainbow.

If nothing else, he could give her a break from thinking about home by playing along. The bartender looked between the couple as they traded grins. "Drink slowly," he warned Aaron, reluctantly putting the glass down before he left them alone. Aaron looked down at the glass. "What's in it?" he asked. "Don't know. Only he does," she said, crossing her legs as she gestured towards the bartender. "It's called Cocktail X. Guaranteed to intoxicate even the best of drunks." His gaze dropped to her thighs. Crossing her legs meant she was showing more skin now.

“He’s the bartender from the previous club where I loved partying. Don’t worry, I’m not interested in bartenders.” Soon enough, the bartender brought their drinks and placed the glasses before them. Anna stared at the contents of the drink, wondering what on earth it was. She’d never seen it before. “What the hell is this?” “Bloody Mary.” “Weird name. What is that?” “A drink. You’re going to love it. You see this place, you better come here often and get a membership. I have a feeling that this place is going to soon get more crowded than it already is. Come closer I’ll tell you something.”

She smiled as she said, "These guys are professional bartenders who have participated in competitions. They are here to whip up cocktails for us!" "Ohh, and here I thought you had arranged for some hunks to keep us company," Sage joked softly. "I figured it wouldn't be the best idea since we're both married and all." Tiana suggested, "Why don't I get some hunks to drink with you now?" Sage pretended to ponder for a moment. "Forget it. Though you could find me a bunch once I'm divorced." "Would a bunch be enough? I don't think so." "Allow us to whip up two glasses of frozen rosé since we have two lovely ladies here. It's guaranteed to be both beautiful and tasty!" one of the bartenders said a

Ben replied, carrying it in his hand. "Why the table?" "Ava says she needs it. Do you mind? I'm already exhausted. This thing is heavy." "Okay, come in." Just as Ava took a seat at the table, Martha arrived with a large smile, walking straight to where they were seated. "Hello! Happy Halloween," greeted Martha. "Happy Halloween, bae," responded Ava in a lower tone to avoid being overheard. It wasn't long before the waitress arrived at their table with a Halloween-themed cake featuring a pumpkin head.

I answered then walked to the till counter with him. "Aren't we forgetting something?" I asked seriously. "I don't think so. We got whiskey, vodka, beers, champagne and ciders. We also got wine, both alcoholic and none alcoholic, Rum, gin, tequila, Brandy and spirits." He answered. "Shouldn't we add on fruits for making punch, perhaps decorations and presents?" I asked in concern. "Nope, decorations are already there and fruits are more than enough on that side. As for the presents, just give her money." He answered.

Whatever" then she turns to the bartender. "Hey bartender, I never got my club soda, and what do you mean I'm a boring soda kind?" "Sorry lady", he said cleaning the surface "We don't serve just club soda, you've got to mix It". "You're fucking with me right now". "I'm not a lady. It says it there on the sign,” the bartender sends their gaze pointing to the sign that read 'WE SERVE ONLY MIXED DRINKS'. "So, if you want a drink you've got to tell me to mix one for you".

I smiled at two girls maybe a few years older than me walking hand in hand as I walked further into the garden admiring the decorations and flower arrangments on tables. There’s a bar set up at one end so I make for it. Sliding into a stool. I bring my brown purse to rest on my lap. “Hello, what can I get you?” The bartender is a young man of Asian descent. His hair was slicked and a red bow tie at his throat. He wiped at the already shiny bar top with a towel tossed it over his shoulder and smiled. “An apple martini please, thank you” It was just noon, a little early to be drinking but this was a party right? what would one drink do? I was nervous, I'd never been to one of these by myself a

She leans her towering and well-built frame over the counter. Bartender: Welcome! What can I get for ya? She chirps with a smile. Halo Noel: Bramble, no blackberry garnish. He smiles at the woman. She finishes his drink and presents it to him with a dramatic flourish. Just then Karim Abdel steps up beside him. His suit fits him like a glove, displaying a man who spent a third of his life in the gym. Though, unlike Halo, he's Arab, tall, and older. Every bit of handsome the room can carry.