Dragon Room Bar Santa Fe Novels & Stories

) Estoy en mi casa, so let's have a drink shall we? Dantzler: Woah..kewl!! (After seeing the light show he eagerly walks up to the bar and says aloud.) 1 Tequila please, preferably Jose Quirvo if you have it! OH and a shot of.......(Looking at the bar and noticing both the drink he ordered for Kimora and the drink that he hadn't ordered just yet had already been prepared before he could finish his sentence, many people around Dantzler simply take their drinks and leave payments on the seats of the barstools.) Crown....okay that was sus. (As he completes his sentence a woman's voice can be heard from behind him as she pressed her body against his emphasizing on her chest pressing to his back.

She’d almost decided that she liked it black by now, though she suspected that sleep-deprivation may just have dulled her taste buds. She wandered over to the large front window of Blue Dragon Ink, and stared out at the parking lot. It was still pretty empty, and no big surprise: the only other businesses around here were Satan’s Bar and The Garage, both owned by The Road Devils. The garage was doing a full inventory and was closed that day, and the bar was open at noon to the general public. Of course, it was open 24/7 for Road Devils members, but she doubted that many of them would be around at ten a.m. on a Friday.

There’s something soothing in having that anchor, even when I don’t need it. I follow him into the alley and, as promised, into a dingy little bar. The bartender nods as we walk in. “Long time, no see.” The muscular redhead grabs a tumbler off a rack of cups and sets it on the bar. “Business or pleasure?” “Little of both, Teo.” Dante saunters up to the bar. I drift behind him. “None for me, but get our friend here some of Benny’s famous fries, and whatever she wants to drink.” Dante squeezes my hand and ushers me onto a cracked barstool.

Now I am convinced she knows what her body does to me. "Let's go before I eat you as an appetizer" I hissed at her. I teleported her and myself to the garage entrance of the casino, that I knew would have the best Toro. "Oh wow! How pretty!" She awed at the casino's chandeliers and decorations. It was filled with too much noise for my taking. Dings, and beeps everywhere, and also accompanied by many drunk gamblers. We walked through the crowded floors and up to the 3rd floor to a sushi restaurant called Dara.

I suggested. We arrived at Domi Sotto at exactly seven thirty. The building was already filled to the brim, the dancefloor teeming with people. At the bar, vampires wooed unsuspecting humans with drinks, before luring them to dark corners and sinking their fangs in for a much better drink.

The Red Dragon Pavilion stood nestled between two larger buildings, its ornate exterior a stark contrast to the modern structures that flanked it. Red lanterns hung from the eaves, swaying gently in the evening breeze, casting dancing shadows across the gold-trimmed entrance. Steve's eyes narrowed as he studied the establishment. That was the name of the restaurant Sleazy had led them to—a place that, at first glance, appeared to be nothing more than a quaint dining spot. However, Steve's instincts, honed through years of navigating the supernatural underworld, told him differently.

I went back to Playa Azul before 10, too early if my last destination was the bar. People especially men like me used to stay in pubs or clubs till dawn. The whole de la Frontera building was quiet although the lights were still on when I arrived. This time was the perfect time to speak with Dante so I took my phone from my jeans and dialed his number right away. "You home?!" he asked more like confirming. "Yeah! Meet me in the lounge!" I replied and sat on the couch.

Date = 6 November Drinking because of a stupid guy is fun. Waking up with a hangover not so much. Place = San Francisco (Paws and Claws) POV - Melaena Damion took me home. The thought tries to land in my tequila-soaked brain and immediately slips, falls, and cracks its skull. At the moment, everything is conspiring against me — the shame, the headache, the nausea, the criminal lack of sleep, my relentlessly perky friend.

Large floor-to-ceiling windows allowed the early evening summer sun to illuminate the space with a warm glow. “How are things going out on the West Coast?” Dario asked Jano. Jano took the chair to Dario’s side. There was something about this den that was different from Dario’s office. In this space, it felt as if we were on a more level playing field. Dante tapped my shoulder and moved behind a small bar. “Drink?” He grinned. “One that’s not punch.” “Tequila?” “Of course.” He pulled out a bottle of Clase Azul Reposado and poured two fingers. “Ice?”

Chapter 15 Out of the Frying Pan… “A cocktail lounge?” Whatever I’d been expecting when I stepped through Dor’s door, it wasn’t booths upholstered in blood-red velveteen, a long polished-wood bar, and a small stage set with a microphone and a chair. I would’ve just called it a bar — I mean, I didn’t have any pretentions to being Frank Sinatra — except that Ruby’s Cocktail Lounge was written on the wall over the bar in loopy gold script. “Seriously? And where are we?”