Bartender Halloween Novels & Stories

Slate boards with handwritten prohibition drink names like Sidecar, Mint Julep, Tom Collins, Gin Rickey, Bees Knees, Whiskey Sour, and Champagne hang on the back wall, surrounded by exposed light bulbs and spirit bottles. “Garret liked your idea of staff members posing as cops and raiding the bar,” Calvin admits. “When we activate the raid alarm,” he points to a button behind the bar, “the bartenders will close these rolling barn doors and pull the velvet curtains closed in front of them. This will completely hide the ‘illegal alcohol.’” He makes air quotes. “Oh, what fun!” I coo, clapping. “I can’t wait for this place to open. This is so cool. It’s more than I imagined.”

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.” Elias nodded to the male bartender who’d heard the order and added his own. “An Old Fashioned.”

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.

They replied me in chorus," aaahn...forget that...so naive of you...don't be a kid pussy. We were all outside checking out our Halloween costumes, while doing that, Kate brought a park of Sushi out for us to share. I saw my neighbor, The Voodoo man walking towards where we were sitting. I was surprised and didn't let anyone say anything before I rushed what was in my mind.

There is a private room that a friend deliberately rents to celebrate a birthday with only close friends attending. For more than four hours, they were all in the Bar. Until it was 12.30 pm, and Mario intended to go home. Coming down the stairs while talking, Mario's eyesight accidentally caught a woman he knew so well sitting leaning his head on the bartender's table like he was drunk. To confirm what he saw, Mario quickened his pace. Closer, then closer. And it turns out his guess was correct. There was Aurorae, leaning back, holding a glass filled with a drink. It was evident that the woman was in a drunken state.

Whatever" then she turns to the bartender. "Hey bartender, I never got my club soda, and what do you mean I'm a boring soda kind?" "Sorry lady", he said cleaning the surface "We don't serve just club soda, you've got to mix It". "You're fucking with me right now". "I'm not a lady. It says it there on the sign,” the bartender sends their gaze pointing to the sign that read 'WE SERVE ONLY MIXED DRINKS'. "So, if you want a drink you've got to tell me to mix one for you".

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

I squinted my eyes and noticed that the theme of the club was Halloween. “This is the Bartender’s Hub, it’s Halloween here.” Oliver beamed as he dragged us inside. The pop music was booming on the four corners of the place. The dim and striking lights were hiding every wolf who was making out in the four corners of the place. One of the guards approached them and asked if they could go get some room. It was a good thing that this place had room for them. I would literally leave if I saw people doing it in public. “Let’s go and have drinks at the counter!” Oliver suggested. Alison and I followed him as he ordered the drinks for us.

I stepped inside the building, taking in the golden chandeliers, white walls decorated with black fabric, and an array of other colors over the classy Halloween-themed decorations scattered about. The ball was packed, and people of various outfits stood along the edges as the dance floor raged on with grinding bodies that swayed to the beat of the music. It would be easy for someone to get lost in a place like this, and the moment Julia seemed to notice a few people she knew, she let go of my arm and disappeared through the crowds. Which I was very grateful for. My feet carried me straight towards the bar where I spotted the shirtless bartender in just a bowtie, black pants, and a black mask

The bartender asked before he stuck his puss infested fingers into the drink and fished out the nipple. Carson was on my shoulder gagging, trying his hardest not to vomit. 'That's disgusting,' Maddox hissed. "If you don't like Marys I can whip up a nasty batch of Shirley Temples. We have four fresh Shirleys around the back." "Wait! Do you mean, these drinks are of real people?" Carson's slug mouth hung wide. "Yes, of course, they are. We also have a limited batch of Jack Daniels. There are only a handful of people with that name," the bartender sighed.