Nona Blue Modern Tavern Reviews Novels & Stories

Once in a blue moon, Kelvin does have the chance of hanging out at night in Metropolis, when lights are on and all. When the liveliness of blue lights calls for bottles of rums and whiskeys to be poured into glasses. When the old folks who works all day meets at blue joints to spend their hard earned bucks on wine's, with pretty girls and Femme Fatales wandering all around like vagabonds. Among these blue joints was "Disco Del Blue", which was Kelvin's favourite bar .

Murmuring drunkards, bragging adventures and screaming mercenaries reveling in the famous roast beef are suddenly silenced. Suddenly, all eyes are now on us. Zen immediately took a step forward and tried to block their gaze from seeing me. I keep my head slightly lower and ignore them. I just followed Zen until we arrived at the counter and sat down on a stool. The owner of the tavern did not look like a child. Seeing the two people in robes in this small tavern, the owner's attitude did not change. "I'm here to buy a Migfa Wine and Iris steak." I said with a warm voice.

male-god book for us?” she took a look at the note in the flower and she squealed in delight at the location on the note. “Blue Night! Woah, male-god really is cool.” Lucia was surprised as well when she heard Blue Night. It was one of the biggest high class restaurant and pub in the capital. It was where the big names in both business and entertainment came to have fun. Because it was a high end entertainment and leisure sight, it wasn’t a problem to go there because all its employees were professionals who knew their job well. They knew that whoever appeared there was a big shot and should not be offended. “That is where all the big directors and producers all have their business meetings

At least in a public place, surrounded by people, maybe she'd feel slightly safer. The bar was exactly as she remembered—dim lighting, sticky floors, classic rock on the jukebox, and wings that were criminally good. They found a booth in the back, ordered drinks and food. Novalee's phone buzzed as they sat down. Her heart seized. She pulled it out. **Unknown: O'Malley's. Good choice. The wings really are the best in the city.** **Unknown: Enjoy your evening with your friend, little star. You have until tomorrow night. Consider this my mercy.**

‘Let’s get to work then little Keeva. The day passes in a whirlwind and between us we manage to get the Blue Moon back to it’s shining glory. The floors are cleaned and polished to a shine, the tables all wiped, and their little lights checked to see if a new bulb is needed. The bar itself is made from a beautiful dark wood with high stools tucked neatly beneath the outer edge. The smell of meat cooking wafts from the now busy kitchen and signals that dinner service is under way. I notice through the windows that day is coming to an end the sky is already darkening. Regulars come and go, always ordering the same thing and having the same old conversations. Becky and Sacha have shifts tonight

I take in everything we pass on the way there, carefully assessing anything I may need to know for the future hoping Star is paying attention as well. Ever the gentleman, he helps me out of the car once we reach the restaurant. It’s beautifully built, the dark wood and black brick are accented by tendrils of ivy that climb up the building. The name over the entrance read ‘Blue’ with blue light shining behind each letter so it could be seen in the night like the moon. “Alpha it’s so good to see you,” the young hostess says, “your table is ready and we’ve included our new red wine, I hope you find it highly pleasing.” She smiles with hearts in her eyes. I can’t blame her, he looks like dinner

She stood up and looked then she shook her head and sat down. Me : why Blue : I don't drink Me: ohh, uhmm how about I get you a sparkling wine, non alcoholic sparkling wine. She scratched her head Blue : what's that I smiled Me: come over She slowly came and stood beside me. Blue : wow Me: what's wow I climbed down the bar stool and went to open where I kept my nonalcoholic drinks. Blue : do you sell wine? Derek doesn't even have all these Me: which is why he always comes here mainly for my wine, and funny enough, I'm not even half a drinker that he is.

That's when I noticed her best friend was tailing behind her also laughing maniacally. They both rounded a corner and walked into a small diner that read on bold black letters on the outside, Modern Taste. I snorted getting out of the car quickly. It sure didn't look like it can have a modern taste. So I walked towards it slowly, once I got in, I scanned the place. A few customers were in and there was a man behind the counter with an ugly hair cut on his head. Something resembling a mohawk. Marvelous and her friends were nowhere to be seen.

"When would you have done that?" "I don't know, but I still feel that way." Our tattooed bartender showed up, and Gemma turned to her. "Four of your cheapest beers that come in bottles, please," she said. The bartender raised an eyebrow, glancing at the fancy cocktails we'd just been drinking, but shrugged and produced four bottles of Pabst Blue Ribbon from under the bar. "Ten dollars," she said, and Gemma handed her a Ten and three Ones. The bartender winked at Gemma and then was off to other customers.

I nodded, but as the car rolled out of the campus gates and into the street, I leaned forward and told the driver to take me to the nearest bar. The lights of ‘Blue Moon Tavern’ shimmered ahead a few minutes later and I paid him, stepped out, and pushed open the door. I found an empty spot at the counter and slid into the stool. “What can I get you?” The bartender asked. “Something strong,” I replied. He raised a brow but poured me a shot anyway and I downed it in one gulp, then downed a couple more. At some point, someone sat beside me, a man, maybe mid-thirties, with dark hair, sharp jawline and grey eyes.