Bartender Halloween Novels & Stories

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.

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 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.

The dance floor was in the middle as the sexual music played so loud you could barely hear yourself think. Vincent and Gabrial led us to the bar and ordered beers for themselves. Then looked at us for what we wanted. “Jack, neat.” I said. Every since pair of eyes, except Jason, looked at me like I just grew three heads. “What?” “Nothing, here you go ma’am.” the bartender said. “Cranberry and vodka,” Claudia said “Blue moon” Ben said. “Same” Samuel said. “Jack too.” Jason said and smiled at me. I shook my head and laughed. He always tries to keep up with me but never can.

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.

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

he said and pulled out his phone to dial a number. I know I can always count on him, mom will have my eardrum blown off by tomorrow but right now I just didn’t care. My mind is piled up with a lot of thinking and endless thoughts, making the headache worse. I turned and called the bartender. The barman approached and lowered his head in respect to take in our order, “ Get us cold Everclear, Absinthe, and Bacardi 151,” I said and Bronson snapped his head at me before giggling.

Even though she’d smiled all day—shopping with Anna, eating delicious food, chatting about lighthearted things—she still felt off. She’d promised Scott not to drink when he wasn’t around. But tonight, with Anna and Kendrick here, she figured she could bend the rules just this once. The bartender placed a single ice cube into the glass, frozen around a tiny purple daisy. With a copper spoon, he stirred it gently, the flower spinning in the glass like a dream. He then performed a mesmerizing show, pouring three kinds of alcohol in graceful arcs between two shakers. The liquid turned into a white ribbon in the air, landing perfectly back in the shaker—like magic.

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.