Book A Bartender Mga Nobela at Kwento

” Ben asks before I start to walk away. ”yes, that will be just fine. Outside Bethany's apartment.The usual time!” I answer him. ” Yes sir” ”thank you Ben and goodnight. See you tomorrow Damien ” With that, I close the door and walk over to the bar. Tonight I just want to be alone for a while. My thoughts are everywhere. I need a drink or a lot to calm the raging desperation in my heart. I take my usual seat at the bar. The bartender sees me and takes down my favorite bottle of whiskey.

He was sitting at the bar, talking animatedly to a slim, big-breasted bartender. He sat down on the stool next to him. “A Tom Collins, please,” he said to the bartender who batted her eyelashes at him. “Coming right up, handsome.” Dexter ignored her and looked around at the people. It was too rowdy for his taste, but he was here on a mission.

Soon, I slid onto a high stool in front of the counter. “What can I get you?” the bartender asked, throwing a look my way. My throat moved as I glanced at the stacks of drinks on the shelves. I knew better than to take a sip of anything. I needed to keep a clear head to find this watch. “Riven Rykerthrone. He comes here a lot, doesn’t he?” I went straight to business. The bartender’s face fell before he snickered and leaned in. “Y’know, asking about The Grim Reaper himself isn’t wise.” He cocked his head.

" He's gonna walk up to you. He's among those horny fuckers being entertained by the strippers. He's wearing a white dress shirt. You know what to do from there." " Seen." I whisper and sit on the counter. I turn to look at Sinister as our eyes meet. I smirk and look away and snap my fingers at the bartender. " Whiskey , please." I tell the bartender. He nods and leaves. " Are you in here?" I whisper to the earpiece. " No. But I'm watching you. I've got my men scattered around. You'll be fine." I nod.

However, sleep never comes, and I find myself in the lobby's twenty-four-hour bar less than half an hour later, working on the ending of my rather silly book. As it turns out, I wasn't the only one in the bar with that particular agenda. ... "One Jägerbomb, please," I request from the bartender, but then I change my mind. "Actually, just bring me the whole bottle." The bartender eyes me with a hint of suspicion, which quickly dissipates when he realizes I'm serious. He retrieves a fresh bottle of Jägermeister from the well-stocked shelf behind him.

Heavier. I got there before Noah. Good. I walked up to the bar, catching the bartender’s attention. "Evening," he said. "Hey," I replied, lowering my voice slightly. "I need a favor." He raised a brow. I pulled out a small bottle I had picked up on the way—non-alcoholic whiskey—and placed it on the counter. "When my friend arrives," I said, "I want you to only serve him this tonight. In a regular glass. No labels, no comments."

"What can I get you, miss?" The bartender has a presence about him that makes me feel instantly comfortable. Perhaps, it is his disarming smile, or the warmth that brightens his eyes as he awaits my order. His hair is slicked back against his head, and he is wearing a vibrant t-shirt with a distinct apron hung over it. "Margarita," I say. "On the rocks." Grey eyes crinkle softly as he smiles. "Coming right up, miss." "Gin. My name's Gin," I say hastily, eyes sizing his muscular tanned arms and broad shoulders. Could he take me if I wanted him to?

The bartender who was busy serving other people walks to them and asks, “What would you like to order?” He was a tall man dressed in black shirt and pant. His sleeves rolled up revealing his veiny hands rested on the counter and Mia couldn’t help ogle him. He looks nothing like a bar tender instead gives broody and don’t mess with me vibes. “Three Nastro Azzurro and your phone number.” (beer) Mia spoke flirtatiously at the bartender who watches her for some seconds with his emotionless eyes and gave her a curt node yet his non reactive attitude couldn’t dampen her spirit.

She clicks her tongue as she drums her fingers on the bar top. “Hello, beautiful ladies.” The tatted bartender greets us with a flirtatious smile. “Hi. We’ll get one Negroni and ten Tequila shots, please.” “Sure.” The bartender says as he leaves. “Do all bartenders need to be flirtatious though?” I ask. “Yeah. It’s part of being a bartender. How else are they gonna get tips?”

They all have their titties out. I scoffed. Well, that explains the name of the place. I took steps through the dancing crowd and headed towards the bar. I got to the bar and sat on one of the high stools. "Welcome to Fire Tits," a good-looking bartender said to me with a smile. "Thanks. Can I get two shots of screaming orgasm, one shot of Martini, two shots of tequila and one of sex on the beach, please?" I said, making him dumbfounded as he stared at me.