Novel & Cerita Bartender Halloween

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.

“You inherit all the stress.” “Maybe. Or maybe he just needs a few more mocktails to lighten up.” The bartender slides our drinks in front of us—bright, colorful concoctions garnished with tiny umbrellas. Juniper raises her glass in a mock toast, her grin widening. “To a wild night without alcohol!” she declares. I clink my glass against hers. “To no kidnappings!”

He settled onto a stool at the sleek marble bar, seeking comfort in the sophistication that surrounded him. Noah watched as the skilled mixologists artfully crafted cocktails that danced with vibrant colors and intoxicating aromas. He ordered a concoction that promised a tantalizing blend of flavors, hoping it would help numb the ache in his heart. The bartender's expert hands gracefully prepared the drink, infusing it with a touch of magic and care. With each sip, he savored the complex layers, momentarily finding respite from the storm within.

the bartender said as he laid the glasses of margaritas before us. “So,” the bartender begins to say as he wipes a beer mug with a towel, “What brings you two to the border of Black Moon?” The bartender asks casually. “We just want to drink and enjoy the night,” Calvin replied. And then suddenly dancing music plays and Calvin excitedly stood up. He tried to get me on my feet to dance but I wasn’t in the mood. “Leave me alone,” I said. “Party, pooper,” Calvin said before he went to the crowd of people dancing.

The words tumble out of me so fast that they’re almost unintelligible. He blinks at me, and I see him take a discreet sniff of the air. My heart nearly crawls into my mouth at the sight. “I—We have—We have a special of the day, th—the Halloween Pumpkin Frappé.” My hand is gripping the knife so tightly, the blade slices my skin. The scent of my blood is thick in the air now, and the Alpha studies me, frowning. I’m going to hyperventilate. I know I am.

When I ordered a mojito and even asked for lime, Jacob growled at the bartender. “Geez, your mate is the one who ordered, not the bartender!” Henry arrived with another type of cocktail in his hands, a daiquiri. Noah and Sandra joined us while slurping their dry martinis. “Mojito? Are you sure, Sophie?” Sandra teased. She already wore the half moon necklace that I gave her. She gave me a knowing smile because she is a much better drinker than I am. But!! I’m not a lightweight! I can handle my liquor!

Harper speaks for the first time tonight strolling over with a glass of what I’m guessing is vodka from the clear liquid. Octavia sits up taking the glass, clinks it with harper’s then takes a big gulp. “Gods Harp what is that.” Octavia asks choking. “Uh it’s a harper special; Vodka, Malibu, Bacardi, Gin and a dash of lemonade.” She says with a wink. I scrunch up my nose that sounds terrible. Octavia shakes her head but tips the glass back and finishes it anyway, “Whoo, that’s one way to wake up.”

The bartender, a woman with sharp eyes and a tattoo sleeve, gives me a once-over, then points toward a sleek cocktail menu tucked into the bar. “Any of the mocktails are on the house,” she says. “If you want alcohol, that’s on you and there’s a two-drink limit.” I scan the menu, barely processing the names until one jumps out at me: Ruby Slippers. Cute. Fitting. I sure as hell feel like Dorothy right now—swept into a world I’m not sure I’m ready for but too curious to turn back from. “I’ll take the Ruby Slippers,” I say, aiming for confidence.