Nona Blue Modern Tavern Reviews Novels & Stories

"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 get my shit and head out of the tavern. "Look, I'm sorry, Natalie. I didn't know. Let me make it up to you. I'll get you a mutton muffin to go," he says. "Do you have any idea how stupid that name sounds?" I laugh. "Yeah, it's pretty bad. My dad is the owner of this joint and made the cheesy menu names himself," he says. "Your dad owns this place. What's it even called?" I ask. "The Troll Tavern," Collin laughs.

“If you don’t perform, I think that would be all right with Dante.” Gianna launches into a list of how many dancers Dante has gone out with, seemingly just to scandalize Mama, and I look around the homey surroundings. To celebrate the end of my midterms, Mama suggested we go to Zorba’s Tavern, a warm, blue-and-white-walled little restaurant back in the old neighborhood. We used to come here every time Christos or I got all As in school. I tried to explain I didn’t have my grades back yet, but she was adamant. She couldn’t celebrate my last grades, or me getting into Tandon, so we were going to Zorba’s.

She never takes anything I say to heart. 🍷The Silver Paw🍷 The Silver Paw is a busy club. It has a classy yet modern feel to it. Dim lighing and loud music blasting off the wall speakers. Modern furniture. nice tables and chairs, and a decent stage with clean looking poles. My expectations were far off. Ratted wallpaper. dirty catpet and poles that no longer shine due to the zero amount of times its been washed. We walk up to the bar and a skinny tattooed gentlemen tips his fidora at me. I immediately notice his neck tattoo. Hot.

“Then let’s go with Bourbon. I know the owner’s son back at Riverbank.” Vance took his phone out. “Wait.” Kaze suddenly stopped him. Vexed, Vance looked at him and asked, “What’s the matter, Mr. Lee? You want something to eat as well? Tsk. Tsk. How shameless can you be? You are the boss. Not only did you visit empty-handed, but you are trying to freeload a meal as well? You really have the nerve.” Miranda indifferently said, “Though it’s understandable. Bourbon is considered one of the best, if not the best, restaurants in all of West State. The boss of a small company can’t possibly get the chance to taste their food, unlike our family who are regulars there.”

“Maybe try the bar.” The blonde rolled her eyes and it took everything Ella had not to throw a handful of hay at her. Dislike rolled through Ella's stomach, but she kept the polite smile plastered on her face. Customer service was everything. “Come on, girls. We have better places to be” The blonde glanced around one last time, letting out a contemptuous sniff. “Hang around here much longer and we'll end up smelling like the help.” Ella held her smile so hard her jaw hurt. “Have a nice evening. Enjoy your stay at Blue Lake Inn and Resort.”

"Sam's Bar and Grill, located on Swan Pond Road just outside of the city limits, has been around for seventy five years. A local favorite, the addition of minority owner Amanda Gooding and her recent upgrade of the kitchen has pushed it out of the shadows and into the limelight. I'm sure the regulars would have preferred it stayed local, but word has spread and there's no going back. Blue collar, white collar, bikers, farmers, college kids, you'll find them all rubbing elbows in an amiable mix. The only time I heard raised voices was when two patrons disagreed over which herb should be dominant in the pork stew, rosemary or basil. I sided with the biker, because, well, he was bigger, and I'v

Lucas lifted his chin, curious and defiant and asked, “Which is better?” A nervous smile cracked over Lord Mueller’s face and he laughed dryly. “My prince, I don’t visit these places. My concern is with the famine, not the brothels.” But then Lord Mueller cleared his throat and his smile fell away. “Rusty Red is better,” he admitted. “You’ll find it at the entrance of Piolp Market. They offer a…rainbow of services. All you could dream of.” “Ah, so you do visit these places,” Lucas said, finding far more amusement in the situation than Sebastian, who had not changed his expression over the course of the conversation. “So you’re saying I can expect quality?”

"But you can cover it up, Jules! About me, I know nothing. Mr. Taylor was right. I did nothing for the whole year except fly in the air." Blue laughs. "Do not worry so much. Listen to Lana Del Rey songs and be happy!" She chirps, grinning at us and wiggling her eyebrows. "Who can stay happy after listening to Lana?" Jeremy rolls his eyes and I chuckle. "She keeps crying like an opera queen!" He adds, shaking his head. "How dare you say that, huh?" Blue seethes. "What did she sing there?" He waggles his brows, grinning as he watches an annoyed Blue glaring down at him. He continued, "My pussy tastes like Pepsi cola, lol!"

In fact, it makes Cass look a little vanilla. I glance at Abby in the rearview mirror, wondering if she’ll be a little freaked out by the vibe. But there’s no backing out now. “Ready to go see Aunt Cass, sweetie?” I ask, trying to keep my tone light. Abby nods enthusiastically. “Ready!” We step inside, and immediately, one of the servers—a guy with a full sleeve of tattoos and piercings in his lips, ears, and brows—greets us with a wide smile. “Hey there! Welcome to Punk Brew. What can I get you two lovely ladies today?”