I Like The Bartender Novels & Stories

Just then a very good-looking man walked up to the bar, squeezing in beside her, and her eyes lit up. He didn’t seem to notice her as he leaned on the bar and gave me the most dazzling smile I have ever seen. If I had been an ordinary girl, he would be just my type. Because I have a sick child and four jobs to worry about, I didn’t have time to worry about men, regardless of how mouth-watering handsome they looked. “What can I get for you?” I asked the gentleman, trying to seem uninterested, but charming at the same time. No matter what I was going through, I had to push away my problems so I could be the best bartender I could be. The more a customer liked me, the better my tip was, which I

I don't want to remember the splashing of blood and Bianca's cries. Just then a bartender pass by. Well, since I'm in a bar, I might as well get myself drunk and get crazy for tonight, maybe it'll help me forget that horrible scene.....that terrifying scene. "Excuse me" I call on the bartender. "Yes" "Serve me your strongest drink here" "Ok, give me a minute" he leaves. I look around, the people here are happy. They're drinking and dancing with no care of what's happening around them, I want to get that feeling tonight....

"I gave him to the girls, they're staying in the forest with him by the hip, best that way, don't want to cause suspicion." "Is Tsuki staying with this Vincent fellow?" "Yeah, he's with the doctor right now." Seth scans the bar - A young woman with short black hair, a scar running across the lower part of her eye - she wipes down cups and bottles clean with a rag behind a counter, she's the bartender. Two others sit on stools sipping at large jugs of beer, their hands tensing as they raise it to their lips due to its weight. One's face is rough, light scars darting across it including the signature scowl that would come with a face such as that. Beside him sits a younger more cordial man, jo

"Something ice cold to go with all that heat?" I grinned. "Something for my girlfriend." She laughed. "Don't worry, I'm not coming onto you. I'm just trying to get tips." She turned back to the row of shelves behind her and pulled out a bottle. "Want a recommendation?" "Sure." "Hey sweetheart, can I get shots." Someone pressed up beside me. The bartender rolled her eyes. "I'm not your sweetheart." I turned to look at the man who was slowly intruding into my personal space, and immediately froze. It was the bastard who had gotten Hunter drugged the other night.

Now I got it🤭** ** You do?** **Sure. Embrace yourself! You are the first to know 💘** **I will always remember that** **A BARTENDER 😍** **Ha..Ha..Ha.. joke well received" **Not kidding bro. Cocktails are nourishing🍹 and making one is fascinating🕺** Knowing James, he is currently staring at a bartender and nursing the imagination that he wants that life. **I will never give up on you** **😅 **

And before I had to back off so I didn't screw over my very best friend and her kid. Fuck, my life is whacked right now. "I appreciate you being forthcoming, but it's not gonna happen tonight. You're wasting your time sitting next to me." The bartender approaches, and she says, "Um… rum and Coke, please." I lift an eyebrow at her. "What? You thought I was gonna go for something suggestive like Sex on the Beach or a Buttery Nipple? I'm not that kind of girl. I've been around a long time, but I'm not desperate like a lot of the girls here."

“ What would you love to have ? I raised up my head and looked at him , how about you get me a glass of vodka “ The bartender nodded his head and walked away . I watched him go away as I waited for him to bring the drinks , all I just wanted to do was to drink away my sorrows , I had nothing else in mind . The bartender returned With exactly what I wanted and without hesitation , I glumped down all the drinks without hesitation . I ordered for more and more bottled , I wasn’t done taking in the third bottle but I was high as fuck and all that I wanted to do was to dance away my sorrows . I walked up to the dancing floor and began to dance away my sorrows . I just wanted to forget all the eve

I slam my glass on the counter. “Having a bad day?” It's the bartender as he refills my glass. I hiss and pick it up. “I'm having a lot of bad days nowadays,” I retort, then a thought crosses my mind and I'm giving all my attention to the bartender; he's a fine man with a sleeve of tattoos on both arms but Mr. Big Shot is better looking. He reads the looks I'm giving him and raises a brow. “Anything I can help you with, miss?” He smiles and I return it.

I like it. "Let me go get another drink!" I tell Katherine and the girls while I move over to the bar section. Jesus, the way I'm stumbling. Forget alcohol, I need orange juice. The bartender looks like he's grabbing something from the ground but that doesn't stop me from ordering. "Orange juice please," I say and he replies. "I'll be with you soon." Wait, I recognize that voice. I know that voice. "Justin Bieber?" The bartender immediately jumps up and it's him, the guy who sounds exactly like Justin Bieber.

Or maybe, like he had never seen a woman who wasn't afraid of him. "Here you go, miss." The bartender slid the drink toward me. I wrapped my fingers around the cold glass, letting the chill ground me. "Thanks," I murmured, flashing a smile that didn't reach my eyes. I turned around, leaning my back against the bar, and surveyed the room. The party was disgusting.