Book A Bartender Novels & Stories

(212) 555_0179 Just then, the bartender walked up to our table with a silver platter in his hold and a menu book on it which he placed on the table, ready to take our orders. "I'll have mimosa." Etha said after a brief thought. "Yeah, that will do just fine." She added, half-smiling. "Got it." The bartender gave a small nod, quickly taking down her order. "I'll have you pour me a glass of whiskey then." I said to the bartender while holding the phone to my ear, Lisa's line still ringing without an answer.

he offered, and assisted her to walk and they entered the pre-closed cafe. “My Lor--!” the young man covered his mouth upon seeing that Denzell was with a human so he changed his speech , “I mean Sir! What happened to the miss?” “Close the front door and the back door, make sure no one can trespass.” He said to the staff and without any question he did as he ordered, he seated Barrett in the lounge area and gave her a blanket to comfort her. He was about to get up when he felt the strong grip from his sleeves. She’s still shaking, so he decided to sit beside her and waited for her to calm down. The staff returned with a cup of hot chocolate and gave it to Barrett which she hesitated at first

It was still early, but if I was going to be on the beach, I wasn't sure if I was going to be willing to get up to get one later. "Of course," the bartender said. I loved the accents everyone had here. He looked over and somehow read my mind. "Are you going to the beach?" I nodded. He must have seen me sit down only to stand up again. He reached under the bar while the blender whirled my drink and pulled out a small clicker device. "Here, use this on the beach. When you want a drink, just press the button and someone will bring you your last order."

It was the nearest bar to the hospital, so this place was usually occupied by staff from the hospital. “You good?” Luke, another of the bartenders that worked here, asked. Nodding my head, I turned to face the customers that lined the bar. “What can I get for you?” I asked a younger female. “Vodka Tonic.” She stated, sounding bored and uninterested. After getting her drink, I returned a short time later and handed it to her. She handed me her card and told me to keep her tab open. Just then a very good-looking man walked up to the bar, squeezing in beside her, and her eyes lit up.

I replied without looking at him. I heard someone laugh beside me, but I ignored whoever it was, it wasn't like the person was laughing at me, right? "Sorry, we don't serve non-alcoholic drinks here," the bartender said and my mouth formed an O. "Would you like me to get you our signature drink? I can see that this is your first time here," the bartender offered. "No, I'm fine. Don't bother." "Who brought NERDelia to a club?" A manly voice asked beside me, stressing the NERDelia part.

I announced, but no response. His phone was beside the cooker, vibrating loudly repeatedly. I checked the caller ID, and it was Lucas. I looked towards the living room and, knowing Azrael, he wouldn’t answer the call, so I did. “Hello?” “Hello. My name’s Austin. I’m the bartender for the Sensual Soul bar downtown. I need you to come pick your friend up. He’s drunk and refuses to go home or stop drinking.” He informed me. “Isn’t it your job to make him stop drinking?”

She hurries to keep pace with me. Maybe there are other clubs, but this one has a good vibe and a good group of people that I’ve already started to sort through. Who knows what the clientele of the other places might look like? This is as good a spot as any. Cynthia flags the bartender down. “Two margarita on the rocks, and two extra shots. All top shelf tequila please.” The bartender grabs an expensive looking bottle off the shelf and shows Cynthia. She gives him a thumbs up. “Do I want to know what this bar tab is going to be?” I ask.

Tay booms as we walk towards the car. “Bye.” I wave and get into the passenger seat and Future in the driver's seat. The club is already packed with horny teenagers dancing like there's no tomorrow. We walk through the sweaty teenagers. “Hey,” Future greets the bartender as we sit on the bar stools. “Can I get a martini and a glass of water, please?” Future asks the bartender. “Sure,” the guy says and gets to work. I wonder if Peter still works here or not. I hope Tay didn't fire him.

That ex-girlfriend, Miss Banks or Miss Museum, whatever her name was, should really consider changing voices with him. “ We'll have two glasses of beer and one Coca-Cola”, Hazel said. “ Right on track sir”, the bartender said and went to go pour in the beer in those huge glasses that had huge handles. “ What's the coca-cola for?” I asked, curious as to why he ordered it. “ You'll soon find out”, he said, a knowing smile plastered on his face. “ Here you go. Two glasses of beer and one Coca-Cola”, the bartender said.

The piano’s polished exterior and the poised posture of the pianist suggest an evening filled with soft, enchanting melodies. Against one wall, a fully stocked bar boasts an impressive collection of fine wines and spirits, the bottles displayed like precious jewels. The bartender, dressed in a crisp white shirt and black vest, stands at the ready, prepared to mix any drink requested. The shelves are lined with rare vintages and top-shelf liquors, promising a delightful selection for even the most discerning palate.