Book A Bartender Novels & Stories

The owner of the place was a good businessman, and I liked it. “Good evening, sir." The bartender had a bright smile plastered on his face. I nodded. “What should I get for you? I can mix up anything to suit your taste.” The bartender's loom advertised that the bright smile was not leaving his face; it was as if that was how his face was created. “Let's start with six glasses of tequila."

A lot of rich and famous people will be there to witness our unity. We walk into the club and head to our usual VIP booth. We can see everything from here clearly and the bartender us too when we run out of alcohol. I sit in the middle and the girls both side of me. Very soon the bartender walks to our table and asks about our order. We ordered a couple of round tequila shots and some coke with it. He is yummy and I can see the lust in his eyes when he watches us from head to toe. If I don't have a fiance I might flirt with him. After we ordered he quickly returned with everything.

He flashes back to the locene, he’s more devastated. “What can I get you man, you look like you have been through some real ass shit.” The bartender asked after noticing him for a few minutes. Bartenders generally have the ability or the super power of being able to read people’s moods just by looking at their faces. “Tequila.”

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.

After making all of these decisions, I let out a breath of relief. Then, I decided to head down to the bar Ethan owned to look for him. Ethan's bar was called Moonlight Lounge. Once I reached the main entrance of the building, I saw Blaise, who was supposed to be recuperating in the hospital. Blaise's arm was wrapped around Susie's waist, and the pair looked incredibly intimate. When Blaise caught sight of me, he stopped caressing Susie's face and frowned.

I unconsciously frowned. On the dance floor, men and women twisted their bodies, releasing their passion. I tried to distract myself and not dwell on the annoying events of the day. Before I knew it, I had finished the entire glass of wine. Suddenly, the bartender placed a crystal glass on the bar and slid it towards me. I looked at the obviously valuable glass and said, "I'm not drunk. This isn't what I ordered." The bartender explained, "A gentleman said it's on him." Before I could respond, he added, "Ma'am, I suggest you try it. This is Luxury Spark, our bar's signature cocktail."

"Well, for starters, you're my customer. And you seem like you could use someone to talk to." Nysaa rolled her eyes, her defenses still firmly in place. "What, are you some kind of therapist too? You here to psychoanalyze me over a glass of whiskey?" The bartender chuckled, his warm smile genuine. "Not a therapist, just a guy who's seen a lot of people walk through that door with heavy hearts. Sometimes talking helps." "Your whiskey's good," she said, trying to shift the topic away from herself. "What's your favorite drink?" The bartender, appreciating the change in direction, leaned in, his eyes glinting with enthusiasm.

“If you wanted a spanking, all you had to do was ask.” Charlie chuckles and waddles back to her mates. Putting her hands on Zak’s shoulders, she pulls him in for a quick, but thorough kiss. “It’s not what you think, babe. I had Gael’s secretary book a bartender for us. I just gave her the parameters that they were wolf owned and operated, able to come onsite, and could do mocktails for those of us that are pregnant and cocktails for those that aren’t yet. I had no idea that her brother owned this company, and I had no idea what they were called or how they presented themselves until after they were booked.” He cocks an eyebrow at her. “Yeah, but you didn