Book A Bartender Mga Nobela at Kwento

I don't need any more distractions tonight, like I said, I'll handle my grieving my way. I waltz back into the club. A grin forms on my face when I sight the empty seat I left. It was reserved. I guess this bartender will be tipped well tonight. "Five glasses of the same thing." I say to him and sit. "Five shots coming right up." The bartender mutters and leaves to get my order. He returns not long after and serves the tumblers in front of me and fills them all in front of me. I wrap my hand around one and gush it to my mouth.

Here, I could closely see how the games become addictive as people bet more than they could give, slowly ruining their lives. I shook my head, walking over to the bar. I may spend lots of time here. Something I wasn't really mad about when I saw the sexy bartender. I settled down on one of the seats as I watched him work. He had coffee-brown hair and pale skin. Luca's was midnight black and his skin was tan. The bartender didn't have any tattoos as Luca did. Why am I comparing him to Luca anyway? The bartender finally turned to me. "What can I get you?" He asked.

Fortunately, I still had some of the coins Feryt had given me a day before, so I was going to use it to order. All of it! “Hey, can I…” I waved to the Barkeeper, calling his attention to the only miserable girl in the party house. Great Irony, don’t you think? “Can I get something very alcoholic? I mean, something that can take my head for a deadly spin after a few sips?” I quizzed him and he grew a brighter smile which he shone at me. I didn’t know what it meant and I didn’t care. “We have beers and some bottles of Palmos Spirytus. Which do you want?” He asked, still wearing his wooing smile.

They were the only ones not wearing masks, their faces bare and sweat-streaked. The male bartender approached us. He had a scarred eyebrow and a smile that was way too practiced. "Ladies, welcome to the madhouse. What's your poison tonight?" "I'll have a club soda with a lime," I said quickly. I didn't want to give him any reason to think I was drinking. "And a bourbon on the rocks for my friend here. She needs it." "Coming right up, beautiful," he said, winking at me before spinning around to grab the bottles.

I just glimpsed at that place before speeding up once more toward a secluded bar by the city outskirts. I want to be too intoxicated to lose my senses and forget my burdens. Loud music blared and everything bathed in vigorously animated neon lights. The sea of partying people looked faceless and there I might be unrecognizable. I sat at the quieter area by the counter and squinted at the generous display of alcoholic drinks, “Top shelf Sazerac. Double and straight up.” The bartender grinned as he pushed the glass of cold cocktail in front of me, “Troubled, aren’t we?”

"This? As someone with access to your contract paperwork, I know you make enough to afford drinks somewhere that wasn't around when the Boston Tea Party went down." "Sorry they don't do espresso martinis or whatever the hell. Here, no hockey fans bother me. If anyone gives me shit, Betty ejects them." He nods at the bartender. She's a gray-haired older woman with a full sleeve of tattoos, who certainly looks like she could single-handedly kick a whole hockey team out of her bar. I sense I've lost this battle. I retrieve the folder from my bag, placing it onto the sticky table. I know Jax is trying to mess with me. But despite my optimism, I'm not afraid to put up a fight.

My brows knitted together but I had no choice and just let that filthy hand be until we reached the bar area of the hotel. “This opens at nine in the evening. Feel free to order anything, I'll be your bartender,” he winked. I faked a smile and looked around. The place was dimmed and only the lights from the bar counter were lit. “What can you suggest?” I queried. Since I'm not really fond of alcoholic drinks, I don't know much about strong drinks that can make me drunk in an instant. “I'm not that familiar with alcohol, so, please recommend me the strongest one,” I said.

The bartender accepts his order, and taking several bottles and two glasses, he starts doing a lot of tricks and juggling, spinning the glass around his body and the bottles in the air, throwing ice, and doing a bunch of other stuff. "Wow... See that Dominik, he's doing amazing things!" I say excitedly, watching the bartender preparing our drinks in that amazing way. Hugging me from behind as we watch the bartender doing his show, Dominik replies, "Yes, I see that, that's common among high-class bartenders." "Really? That's amazing..." Unable to help but smile, I continue to watch mesmerized as that bartender finishes preparing our drinks, after so many amazing moves, handing us two relative

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 bartender, a grizzled man with a shaggy beard, approached me with a questioning look. "What can I get you?" he asked, his voice rough as nails. "I'm trying to forget tonight ever happened," I replied, meeting his gaze with my tired eyes. He held my gaze for a moment before nodding in understanding. He reached under the counter and produced a single bottle of clear liquid; he poured me a glass and set it in front of me. I took a sip, the alcohol burning a path down my throat; I needed to feel this so that I wouldn't think about Alfred and Madeline. Another shot was poured, and then another, each one numbing the ache in my chest a little more.