Book A Bartender Romane & Geschichten

I feel as though I've stepped into a movie with classical music playing in the background. “Would you like to open up a tab?” The bartender asks. “Yes, we'd love to,” Chrissy responds as she digs through her bag. “Sure. My names, Nga and tonight I'll be your barman. Anything you want, I'll make it, and if I can't, the next rounds on me.” Nga introduces himself.

It seemed this was his personal room. I couldn't help but wonder how rich he was to have a personal room in an elite club like this. "What do you want to drink?" his voice broke me out of reverie. "Huh?" Just then the bartender appeared, he ordered a bottle of whiskey and the bartender turned to me. "Umm, just give me something strong" I told him, he nodded and left. We both sat in silence as we watched the strippers perform until the bartender brought our drink. "Your drink sir" he said, dropping a bottle of whiskey and wine glass on the table in front of Mr Adonis.

– I say and start walking towards the bar, there’s a lot of people waiting to be served so I support my body against the bar and take a deep breath while I wait to be served “What can I get you gorgeous?” – I hear the barmen asking “Hi, can I have a vodka with Redbull and a vodka with 7up please?” “Sure Lovely” I blush with the way the lovely British barmen is talking to me, it’s been a while since someone called me gorgeous. “Here you go, It’s on me” “Oh, thank you” – I say while I grab the glasses and he passes me a piece of paper with his phone number.

The bartender asked, glancing in Todd's direction. "Yes. I need more of this….give me the whole bottle." The bartender walked over to the counter and took a large bottle of Masseto from the liquor cabinet. "Bad day, eh sir?" He said as he placed the bottle in front of him. "Very," he grumbled as he picked his wallet to pay him.

The bartender, a tall, dark-haired man with piercing blue eyes, greeted me with a nod. "What can I get for you?" he asked. "Just a whiskey. Make it a triple. Wolfsbane." The bartender poured me a glass of whiskey and handed it to me and left. I took a sip, drumming my fingers on the table. "Whiskey," a familiar voice said behind me. "A double."

A tired-looking bartender was wiping down the counter, his face etched with exhaustion. "Whiskey, neat," I requested, taking a seat at the bar. The bartender silently poured me a drink, his attention focused on the television screen playing a silent movie. I took a sip, momentarily soothing the ache in my chest with the burning sensation of the alcohol. "You seem troubled," the bartender remarked, breaking the silence. "Just reflecting on my past," I whispered in response. The bartender nodded, his gaze still fixed on the television screen. "We all have our own ghosts," he murmured, barely audible.

After I leave the house, now I'm in the club and it looks like the bartender is shocked to see me here again, I immediately go in front of him but I stop for a minute when he calls someone on his phone, he put down his phone and I see that he click the speaker on his phone, "That bastard," I whispered, "excuse me? are you saying something?" the bartender said, I shake my head and close my arms, "Anyways what's your name?"I said and smirked, I see that he gulped, "You see, I missing someone right now, so can I ask for something?" I said and stretch my arms,

She leaned over to the bartender and hissed, "Don't you know who I am? I could buy this club if I wanted to! Just give me my damn drink, or I'll have you fired." The bartender remained steadfast, refusing to give in to Bianca's demands. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't do that. If you're feeling unwell, we have a range of non-alcoholic drinks that you can have instead. I'm here to help, not to make things difficult for you."

Hestia said. The bartender replied, "Our bar's drinks are only given to those who are destined. You can choose not to drink, but you can't refuse."

Leaving me dazed, the taste of him on my lips and his frame vanishing in the crowd. "What can I get you?", The bartender's shout pulled my attention back. I spun the barstool back to the front, tapped my nails on the black counter and searched for the menu, I thought I glanced at earlier. "Can I start with the house cocktail?", I asked while staring at the little chalkboard menus along the bar that listed off the ten drinks for the grand event tonight. All the cocktails were strong but that's what I wanted to start with.. "Miss you came with Mr Makalov. You can have anything I make", The bartender chuckled.