Novel & Cerita Bartender Halloween

He said smiling as he mixed the drinks. "For Vodka, This is Chocolate Vodka." "This is Smirnoff ice." "This is New Amsterdam." "And for Rum, this is Bacardi rum." "And this is Captain Morgan Rum." He said putting all the five glasses on the table. "Okay, let me taste them then." I said taking the two Rums at once. "I don't think that's how you taste them." The barman joked and i smiled. "Hola guapo! (Hello handsome)" A lady in a pink seductive dress came walking up to me but I shrugged in response.

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.

I felt my phone buzzing, but ignored it. “What can I get for you, Beth?” I asked her. She put a strand of hair behind her ear. “I would love a screwdriver.” “Coming up.” I was mixing the orange juice and vodka when I heard her. “Bartender, I’ll have a dry martini, shaken, not stirred.” Then she giggled. I looked up at her and took in her appearance. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail, and she looked like she was ready for bed. Fuck. She was already drunk.

I could see white bears peaking out of their sleeves and collars. I could count the only women I could see on one hand. A tattooed, mean looking bartender who looked like she was in her mid forties, a Raven lookalike wearing the skimpiest dress I'd ever seen and shocker, a ginger wearing the most rainbow themed outfit. I'm talking, red, green, and yellow splash hoodie on a bright pink joggers. What was that ball of sunshine doing in this dark scary place? I walked up to the bar and lifted myself up to the bar stool.

The TV is also big, and they said we'd watch Nétflix first. We moved the couch a bit to make space in the middle, then we laid down a cloth and a mini table in the center, where we put all the food. They also brought drinks, including Bacardi 151 and Vodka Scotch whiskey. They stated that Kaelyn, an expert, would be responsible for crafting the cocktails. Their ingredients include warm apple cider and lemon soda. It's up to them, anyway—I'm just going to drink. They also have fresh lemons, salt, and lots of ice cubes. Just as we were fixing everything, the doorbell rang, and I already knew it was them. So, I volunteered to open the door.

Marta would say when I interrupted our lessons by peeking out the window to see who’d come up the drive. But temptation tightened its grip, pulling me in the opposite direction. As the hallway’s shadows grew darker, one phrase came to mind: Curiosity killed the cat. I brushed off a shiver. A bartender stood behind an old wooden bar washing glasses. White dress shirt rolled up to his elbows, suspenders, a skull and crossbones tattoo on his forearm. He glanced my way and stopped to stare while wiping his hands on a towel.

"The famous Citrus Mommy. The magic of last year. You throw a mix of . . ." "Now, don't go giving out my secret ingredients, mate." The bartender rolled his eyes. "Hey." Baron raised his hands in mock surrender. Everest looked down at the drink. She could see tiny bubbles sailing fast up to the surface and getting stuck on the sides of the tumbler. A wedge of cucumber decorated the edge of the glass and a flat wooden stick that looked like those things the dentist stuck in your mouth lay inside. She took hold of the latter and stirred her drink. "Liquor?"

I take her to the front bar as I notice her empty-handed. "Oh, slow down, Hannah, we might fall. Where are you taking me?" As I ask her, we sit on the vacant chair in the corner of the front bar. "What do you prefer to drink, Ally? It's my treat for your kindness." "Maybe Boulevardier will be nice," agreeing to my offer. "Alright! One boulevardier over here, please, Mr. Bartender, and one more Old Fashioned." "Hannah, are you sure you can still drink? It may be difficult for you to go home."

The bartender accepts his order, and taking several bottles and two glasses, he starts doing a lot of tricks and juggling, spinning the glass around his body and the bottles in the air, throwing ice, and doing a bunch of other stuff. "Wow... See that Dominik, he's doing amazing things!" I say excitedly, watching the bartender preparing our drinks in that amazing way. Hugging me from behind as we watch the bartender doing his show, Dominik replies, "Yes, I see that, that's common among high-class bartenders." "Really? That's amazing..." Unable to help but smile, I continue to watch mesmerized as that bartender finishes preparing our drinks, after so many amazing moves, handing us two relative