Blue Bell Moo Bars Novels & Stories

he stuttered out. Erin, V subconsciously parroted. "Kim Uriel," he visibly brightened, looking rather haughty. Nodding, Blue looked at the Moon once more. He ogled at it as if it were the best thing to ever exist, as if it were to never exist again. As if it's the only thing that has ever existed, and it's all he's ever known. It's all he's ever dreamed of, even when he wasn't asleep.

She pulls a pen box out from behind her back and hands it to me. “You bought me a pen?" I look at the box confused. "How is this good news?" “Just look inside the box, Milo." She rolls her eyes at me. I open the box to see a white stick inside. It says Clear Blue on the side. Oh shit, no way. My fingers shake as I pick up the stick and see the little blue plus sign in the window. My heart skips a beat.

Happily, he was alone at his desk, his back to her. Allowing him a fighting chance, she said coolly, “You look a lot different when you’re not covered in fuzz, Graybeard.” He spun around so fast, he nearly fell out of his seat. “Rain! What the…” he trailed off, apparently realizing he was better off with his mouth shut. She smirked. “Hello, Azion. I thought I’d show you what you wanted so badly. What do you think?” She rolled the Bell between her palms, walked it through her fingers like a Chinese exercise ball. “Nifty little toy, isn’t it?”

“How many people have you killed, Blue... Iris?” Her eyes suddenly widened, lips parted, then she gulped, but the gun remained pressed against my groin. “H-how d-did you know?” Her question was hesitant and wary. Huh! I could distract her. “My mom had a flower shop. Of all the flowers, she chose iris to bring home every day and placed it in my room. As annoying as it is, I liked the blue one. Your eyes are blue like an iris flower. They remind me of her.”

Walking into Swig and Swine Barbecue I can tell that I will not be walking out of there anytime soon. The vibe is all there, and everyone is friendly. I walk straight up to the bar which is manned by the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She has the palest skin, like someone who does not enjoy the sun, and her hair is as white as snow. But her eye, oh her eyes are what draws me, it is the strangest shade of blue I have ever seen, it's pale blue but more like silver than blue, and she is built like a runner.

We clink our glasses before shooting the colorful shots. May he rest in peace, huh? More like may he enjoy living like a high-school girl until his job is done. Sucker. I’m glad I’m not effeminate enough to pull that off like he is. He better get it done quickly before the weather warms up. Texas can go from forty to a hundred in one day. Slater orders us all drinks and more shots. These shots are blue with matching drinks he called Blue Mermaids. I wish I just had a bottle of Pooka instead. The Irish peanut butter whiskey of Jaxson’s doesn’t mess with hypoglycemia like these will.

“Are you sure? We don’t have any ingredients for milkshakes, we only have sodas and alcoholic beverages…. And who is Zira?” “Zira… the beautiful bar lady” I reply, now frowning. Did he not know her? “Blossom, I can assure you I am the only bartender at the Blue Moon Pub. But you can call me Zira and pretty if you like.” he chuckles. “Oh… maybe I was dreaming…” …was I dreaming? I feel confused, it felt so real. “Well, anyway Tom…let me get my things so I can get ready for tonight. See you later” I add with a polite smile, as I make my way to my car.

She said as I made an 'oh' expression finally remembering about her. "So,if I may ask is there something wrong with your career that you're drinking this time of night? It's already 8:30 in night."She said as she then handed me a single bar. "What's that for?"I asked as she shove it to me nicely. "It's energy bar blueberry flavor,it's lucky that I have it tonight since I also read from the get-to-know news that you like blueberry flavors."She said as I thanked her and started to eat up the bar.

I am taken aback by a strong force and the smoke barrier breaks. What the fuck-

I took a deep breath, calming myself before I set out to do what I had planned from the start. I looked at the bartender and waved him over. "I'll have a moon mule, please." He nodded. "What quality?" "Top shelf." "Coming right up." He spun around and poured my drink. "This is for you; take extra care of it." He muttered as he slipped the token into my palm as he passed me my drink. "Thank you," I said, giving him a warm smile before turning away from the bar. I took a sip of my drink, wrinkling my nose in disgust. The thing tasted like dirt and was extremely bitter. The colour of it was also questionable. I wasn't sure what he added to it, but it gave it a blue hue.