Bluebird Tavern Novels & Stories

I pull my sticky trousers from my relieved body and step into the shower to wash away the evidence of my dirty deed. The hot water works it’s magic and within ten minutes I feel refreshed and ready to start a busy Friday at The Blue Moon Bar and Grill. I had bought it as a rundown country bar from an elderly man who wanted to retire somewhere warmer. After reaching a deal on the price of the property and scraping together every last penny I could put my hands on, I was the proud owner of the most run down bar in the state. I fell in love with the place and have worked tirelessly over the last thirty years to turn it into the well-known meeting place it is today. The bar itself has been fully

"You can, and you will, and if anyone wants to argue, they can kiss between my booty cheeks. I dare Hermes to so much as try, because I am not in the mood for his brand of bullshit." A quick glance locates him in the corner, chatting up a rich heiress from Long Island. I sigh and my shoulders slump. "Okay. Thank you." "Attagirl." Blair turns to the bartender. "I need two double shots of absinthe, please." My eyes damn near bug out of my head. "Um, absolutely not! I have to work!"

“Go grab some beer downstairs, Red. I’m thirsty. Let’s drink.” “You go,” Red replied. “Lazy!” Blue yelled. Since he couldn’t get Red to help, Blue decided to go himself. He headed downstairs to the bar on the first floor. After grabbing a bottle of beer, he went to the kitchen to get a large mug. “Manang, can you get some ice from the freezer?” Blue asked. His mother, Crezelda, passed by without acknowledging him. “Mom.” He smiled. “Oh, Blue? Thirsty? Don’t get drunk,” he said to himself with a chuckle.

Alert blips where he recognized me were infrequent, and it gutted me hollow. In the care facility where I'd been forced to place him, he was at least getting his medical needs met. Because I owned and operated his former tavern, I worked all hours of the night. He'd built Winter's Den from the ground up fifty years before the tourist boom of Myrtle Beach was what it is now. I'd always known the place would be handed down to me. I just hadn't expected it to be so soon, nor for this reason.

Sapphire said, sarcastically. “Have you guys picked a date for the meeting?” her mum asked over the phone. “Yes mum. It's 2:00 p.m on Saturday. At Blue Bird Hotel.” “Wow! That's great! Who picked the venue?” “He did mum. I've always wanted to check out that hotel too. I heard they serve the best food in the whole of Los Angeles.” “Just be a good girl, okay? And make mama proud.” Fiona, Sapphire's mum persuaded. She has a good talent at that.

Breakfast came out, we sat there eating together, talking about the pack and the big Blue Moon gala that was coming up next month because of the actual Blue Moon event. We always hold a gala on the night of a Blue Moon, we got our name from an evening just the same, our founding members discovered this area under such a night, creating shelter and dancing in the moonlight as they shifted together, ran through the woods before eating delicious foods that had caught or found. That was the beginning of this pack, from there is what built up into what it is today. Now whenever it's the night of a Blue Moon we have a giant gala where everyone dresses up, dancing the night away under the night's s

I had them so often for so long that I almost felt lonely without them, without at least being near my mate if it was only in my dreams. Dean’s Pub in town was where Rune decided to have the party since it was his and Dani’s favorite hangout spot. It had pool tables and an old jukebox; the twins were already taking up one of the tables to challenge anyone feeling gutsy. Before long, the bar filled up, crowded with the team and squad. At the bar, I felt someone slide their hand down my back. I cringed, knowing who was working for my attention from her strawberry vanilla scent alone. I turned to see Olivia giving me her fuck me look; her makeup caked onto her face.

That night, Chase sent word to me that he wanted to meet me at Crimlion. "Daphne, see you at ten o'clock tonight." I snorted and set my glass down. Turning toward Skylar, I asked, "Who does he think he is?" Skylar went silent for a while before answering, "Miss, should we not meet him instead?" "No, I'm going." I got up, draping a shawl over my shoulders. "I'd like to see what tricks Mr. McGregor, who had once abandoned me, is pulling."

Nothing did. --- By the time he skidded to a stop outside the bar, his lungs burned, his veins screamed for something stronger than adrenaline. The place was dim, packed with strangers who smelled like liquor and rain. Blue pushed through the crowd, every step heavy with exhaustion, until he reached the counter. “Whiskey,” he said, voice flat. “Double.” The bartender didn’t ask questions. Nobody ever did. Blue downed the first glass in one swallow. Then another. And another. Until the burn in his throat was sharp enough to numb the edge of his thoughts.

And there goes my hope… I’m fine. Tsk. Apart from the fact that I stayed up thinking about him, and only fell asleep around dawn. Which made me wake up late, and made me skip breakfast. But sure. I’m fine. *** We reach Bluebird — an exclusive restaurant, and a beauty to behold. Actually, this is one of the only reasons I envy rich people: they get to see beautiful buildings, inside and out. "Stay outside," Mr. Grande says as he enters the private room.