Bartender Halloween Novels & Stories

"You have to come! We are going to a party with Blake and his basketball buddies, so it's a totally different crowd than the one Drayden will probably be out with. Besides, Mason and Blake won't let him get near you even if he tries." She furrowed her brows as if contemplating everything I just said. "You sure?" I nodded. "100%. I already talked to them. And about the costume... well, let's just say it's a good thing you have the best roommate ever." Her smile returned, "Oh yeah? Why is that?" I pushed myself off her bed, rubbing back over to my closet, "Because I got you this!" ******** "To Halloween!" I cheered, raising my shot glass. Hannah and Blake clinked their glasses with mine before

They were the only ones not wearing masks, their faces bare and sweat-streaked. The male bartender approached us. He had a scarred eyebrow and a smile that was way too practiced. "Ladies, welcome to the madhouse. What's your poison tonight?" "I'll have a club soda with a lime," I said quickly. I didn't want to give him any reason to think I was drinking. "And a bourbon on the rocks for my friend here. She needs it." "Coming right up, beautiful," he said, winking at me before spinning around to grab the bottles.

“How y’all doing tonight, gentleman? Can I get anyone anything to drink before our next beauty hits the stage?” Hanson leaned forward putting on the charm. “Thank you beautiful. We’re here tonight to celebrate this man.” Slinging his arm around Chris. “Can you start us off with four bottles of domestic, whatever you recommend is fine. Plus, four double shots of your top shelf whiskey to toast with, please.” “Sure thing. Be one sec as I hand your order to Helen behind the bar. My name is Chesley if you need anything else through the night.” Leaving us with a wink she turned and headed towards the older lady behind the bar.

Everyone re-entered the banquet. The servants arranged all the tables into a big one, and the chairs were dotted. Everyone was sitting around, and there were some salads and fruits on the table. Next to him, the bartender mixed various kinds of cocktails, including cocktails with alcoholic and those of non-alcoholic. Originally, I wanted to take a non-alcoholic one. After all, I have to take care of Glenn at night. When Lisa saw that I took non-alcoholic cocktail, she grabbed my arm and asked, "Are you underage?"

After the first night they sat there, it had a reserved placard on the table. When they came in that next night the bartender had told them it was now reserved for them for whenever they came in. Caleb looked suspicious, Maddi looked curious, and Gabbi had a knowing smirk on her face. “Hey sweetheart what can I get your group tonight?” The bartender asked. “4 tequilas.” Rayna replied. “Woah, are we celebrating tonight?” he asked. “Of course, its Christmas Eve, my favorite holiday!” Rayna replied excitedly. He laughed, made her drinks and gave her his usual wink. “Come back soon.”

My eyes lands on the bartender to see him dressed in just a luxury suits pants, with no shirt and just a bow tie around his next. Oh. "I bet a hundred, he used to be a stripper" Ginny shakes her head. "Exactly!" I scoff as we get closer. We get comfortable behind the counter, and the bartender greets us with a wink. "Fuck…" Hannah mumbles under her breath, throwing Ginny and I a small weird look. "Eww, stop, and stop saying fuck" Ginny rolls her eyes. The bartender finally decides to give us his attention after getting to answer two couples. "So…? On what occasion, my ladies?" He asks with a wink, getting Hannah excited and Ginny disgusted.

Who won’t? “Pretty lady...” the bartender smirks, his lips curling up flirty as he pushes the drink, “today’s special is called ladies killer,” he says, “drink slowly,” he winks, before turning to attend to another customer. Well... I can do a quickie with him, he is cute and handsome in his own way! I bite my lips sensually, my eyes on the bartender, gawking at how he was mixing the liquor together efficiently. I open my mouth to send him an inviting remark before I am interrupted by the screeching sound of the seat beside me being dragged. I instantly wipe my head to look at the intruder and my mouth opens a gap.

I shouted over the loud noise emanating from the speaker. “ Two glasses of Tequila” a deep hoarse voice behind me orders. I turn to take a look at its owner. He stands behind the bar, talking to who I later got to know is the celebrant. it didn't help that it was a mask party and that the chandeliers as much as they were beautiful, the lights were confusing.

We weaved through the crowd and settled on a booth near the far wall. "A drink please," I said to the masked bartender. "Your strongest one." She gave a polite nod and began nursing a drink that glowed faintly purple—a special mix, only for our kind. I waited with anticipation clawing at me. “Elara,” he said in a concerned tone. “You shouldn't drink too much."

That felt crazy strange to her. “Oh.” They mounted yellow bar stools and he turned him to face her. She did the same. A wall had been erected inside him. The intensity she’d felt earlier was lessened. A little relieved, she picked up the menu and scanned the names of cocktails like Fall Leaves and Harvest Moon, wondering what she should get. “Ooooh, Cranberry cream. I’ll have that.” Elliott nodded to the female bartender who’d heard the order and added his own. “An Old Fashioned.”