Boar's Hat Tavern Novels & Stories

A little bulky with a clip holding my polo shirt together, but it would do in a pinch. “Hi and welcome to The Cunning Ham!” I said brightly, ready to get back into the role play. Probably came off a little too brightly, but I had a wardrobe malfunction to overcome. Boston inhaled through his nose sharply, scrubbing a hand over his face again before turning back to the bar. He looked like he’d rather be anywhere but here with me, the hot mess he’d told me I was when I interviewed with him previously. “What kind of wines do you have here?”

I told him, pointing the knife closer to his throat. Elias' voice became much lower, almost in disappointment as he said, "What are you saying? I was only going to ask for further directions and to rest. This isn't the Fifth Town yet. You can look at the sign on that roof." Frowning as I felt confused, I looked at the said sign at the right side just slightly above the house. On a board said the words "Blue Moon Tavern". A tavern...? "What, is that person one of those people who betrayed you?" Elias asked.

As Jamie was trying to cast them all to memory, as Roaul guided her to a tavern called The Cat’s Claw. Jamie walked into the Tavern and it reminded her of The Crone’s Head, except there were far more decorations on the walls and doors leading off to smaller rooms. The Tavern was full of punters, and there were a couple of barmaids rushing around with jugs of beer. The maids were not scared of slapping the customers if they got too touchy. On the bar was the biggest silver tabby Jamie had ever seen. The cat had amber eyes that would notice everything that was happening. "You are beautiful!" Jamie gasped and walked over. Jamie bowed her head and said, "Hello, my name is Jamie."

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POV: BRIGAIL The bar was already filling up by seven. Men in checked shirts. Women in sundresses who had decided that Friday was a reason. The familiar smell of beer and fried food and the particular warmth of a place that had not changed in fifteen years. Latoya spotted her before she had fully sat down. "You look like you could use a drink, baby girl." "Diet Coke," she said. "Uh-oh." Latoya slid onto the stool beside her and leaned in with the theatrical concern of someone who had been waiting for an opening. "There's that crazy Soo-Soo smile. The one that ain't a smile. C'mon, tell momma."

“Copy, Mr. Bear.” “Additional bottle of beer on this table!” someone shouted. “Right away!” Mr. Bear answered. He pulled out a bottle of beer and gave it to me. “You're the new barmaid for this day. Do your job and I might make you a regular.” I winked at him. “You bet.” Grabbing the faded black apron, I wrapped it around my waist and neck and rolled my sleeves. “Double rum and two bottles of coke! Table one!” “Chicken wings. Extra hot. With a lot of cheese. Table five!”

Big Barb's Diner is busy, which shouldn't surprise me. It's Sunday, and everyone knows that Big Barb's has the best brunch. I knew it would be strange, coming out in public with Dante. But knowing it and experiencing it are two different things. When I ran into Dante during my date with Dean, both Dante and his brother were both more or less disguised. But this morning, Dante has no sunglasses or hat or anything else to obscure his identity. He's recognizable to anyone who looks his way.

People paraded the city in wide-brimmed hats and kept trouping into the bar to order for iced drinks and liquors. The bar was stuffy and filled with people drinking, chatting and laughing excitedly. The bar was named Thunderbolt and it reminded me of a comic cartoon from nickelodeon that comprised of a supernatural family called Thunder Man. Suzy and Hilda were both dressed in jeans bum shorts while Suzy had her blouse buttons removed to expose her bosoms. We all sat in front of the barman and drank away the late afternoon that led to early evening. The air conditioner was on but it felt ineffective as a result of the population explosion present in the bar.

she supplied, putting down the glass after sipping a quarter of it. The bartender was pleased that she liked it. He rubbed his hands with a dish towel and nodded in approval before going away to attend to a middle-aged couple that had just claimed the seats to the right. "Have you tried out their food?" Baron asked. "They make some wicked mac n' cheese." He lip-smacked his bunched fingers. "I'd love to, but I ate before coming into town, I'm not that hungry." "Your loss," he said amiably. "So, you've been up to the valley faces?"

"Phew, that was close." "Too close," Clifford added. "Voight is up to something. Let's buy the map and get out of here." They pulled me to the counter, where they spoke with the bartender. I took that opportunity to look around. The tavern was almost dark, except for a few torches that offered light and the whole place stunk of alcohol mixed with sweat. Sake bottles, goblets and huge beer mugs sat on every table. The men all drank heartily, some engaging in conversations or throwing darts. Whilst others, received lap dances from scantily dressed women.