Bartender Halloween の小説・ストーリー

It feels like taking a sip straight from a bottle of Hennessy, only Xavier was my Hennessy. I turn and mutter a thank you to the bartender — in a way to distract myself from Xavier's burning stare, and because I am honestly being sincere — who nods in turn and walks off to assist a new pair of couples who just came to the bar. The beverage is decorated with a cherry and sprinkles, which rested on a white foam. I gingerly take a sip, the taste of ginger beer and some unfamiliar alcoholic beverage tingle on my tongue. "Come on." Xavier holds out his unoccupied hand for me to take as he gets up from the white padded bar. "I have some people for you to meet."

Leaving me dazed, the taste of him on my lips and his frame vanishing in the crowd. "What can I get you?", The bartender's shout pulled my attention back. I spun the barstool back to the front, tapped my nails on the black counter and searched for the menu, I thought I glanced at earlier. "Can I start with the house cocktail?", I asked while staring at the little chalkboard menus along the bar that listed off the ten drinks for the grand event tonight. All the cocktails were strong but that's what I wanted to start with.. "Miss you came with Mr Makalov. You can have anything I make", The bartender chuckled.

And he was aware of the few that he had seen what troubles had caused their management, but there were some old cases in which Hanzel was not aware of what exactly they were about, yet he would not question more when they were told to report those individuals when they show up. “Two Watermelon Mojito Mocktail, here they come!” Hanzel’s enthusiasm and politeness did not change as he served the drinks to the lady and her company, who were still sitting where they sat in the bar area. “Thanks!” Lexy smiled at the bartender again, then handed the other glass to Marlyn. “Babe, you have to stay sober, so I got you an alcohol-free for tonight. I don’t want to hear you say you don’t remember anythin

Helena. I read the name on her tag and I smile back at her. She has such a sweet contagious smile. "Bring her a bottle of Hennessy and two bottles of Pabst for me." "A bottle of Hennessey and two bottles of Pabst coming right up!" The sweet barmaid says, after writing down our order. "You love your bear, huh?" "I am more of a whiskey person but since I offered to babysit someone I think a couple of beers will do."

"What would you like to offer for a moderate drinker like us?" "Caipirinha, Margarita, Cosmopolitan, Mojito, Pina Colada, and Californication!" the waiter answered. "How about for the heavy drinker?" Hailey asked the waiter again. "Beers, Polmos Spirytus Rektyfikowany Vodka, Everclear 190, Hapsburg Absinthe XC, and Devil's Springs Vodka!" "Okay, give us one case of beers!" Hailey gazed at me. "What would you like to drink? It's on me!"

“Hi Ginger. Decided not to wear a costume tonight?” “Watch it.” She brandished a sparkling black wand. “Or I’ll put a spell on you.” The redhead pulled Annabelle into a hug, and then said, “Oh, good, you brought the nice one too,” and gave Anaisse a squeeze as well. Annabelle took the drinks Gustavo put on the bar, handed one to Anaisse, and clinked glasses with her. “Happy Hallow—”

While Summer could taste that there were other ingredients, she didn't know exactly what they were. Watching from the side, Howe couldn't help but chuckle. "Isn't this drink the famous Xingapore Sling? What's wrong, Summer? Don't tell me you don't know this drink?" Howe's words were full of mockery as if he was looking down on Summer for not recognizing the drink. The bartender behind the blue glass counter intervened with a warning, "Sir, spectators are not allowed to give hints during the competition." There were strict rules and regulations for the wine-tasting party. Just now, Howe mentioned the name of the cocktail while Summer was competing, which was a clear violation of the rules. Th

I'm not even married yet. - You're going to go up there... - I pointed in the direction of Hector and the other people - And offer a drink to the Dark Barbie. - I? Why would you offer her a drink? - What does she like to drink? - Sweet and fancy drinks. - Okay... Wait here. I went to the bar again and asked the bartender: - I want a sweet, fancy drink. He wrinkled his forehead: - Which would be? - I admire that pole dancer so much... What's her name?

His deep eyes were filled with darkness, making people hard to see through. As Hailey's back was facing the counter, she was dumbfounded. Beside her, a middle—aged man was gesturing to the bartender. Maybe that happened a lot in bars. Ganging up with the bartender and dropped some drug in the drink, they have advantages doing that.

I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, my face reflecting my confusion. "Welcome, Alpha Ares! It's my pleasure to serve you," the bartender said, rubbing his sweaty hands at his side. "What drink can I get for you? We have a wide variety of intriguing cocktails, ranging from the classic old-fashioned, Negroni, Margarita, Daiquiri, whisky sour, Manhattan, and so many more," he rattled off in one rapid sentence. The corners of his lips twitched. Inwardly, I smiled. Until now, I had been oblivious to the commotion my presence caused.