Novel Barhocker Novels & Stories

He mumbled to himself and then turned away and walked to the bar. The bar was packed with sweaty impatient customers all shouting out their orders at the bartenders. There were four bartenders and a woman behind the counter. He recognized the faces of the men, but the woman was new. Hunter tried to push through the already drunk customers to get to the front. “What can I get for you?” The woman shouted over to him. She had seen him struggling to get to the front. Was he not lucky today? Hunter figured he'd have to buy for both Joe and him one time because this bar was a mission.

Andrew chuckled and asked Rachel, "Do I really look that scary?" Rachel grinned. "Mr. Lloyd, you? Scary? No way! You're practically adorable. Well, unless someone doesn't know who you are. Then yeah, different story. This bar is Onyx Dragon King's turf. But hardly anyone knows that. Those who do never dare stir up trouble here." She explained, "That's why those thugs earlier were so stunned. Not many people would dare call their bluff like you did." Andrew smirked and glanced behind the bar. A scruffy-looking bartender with bleached yellow hair, a cigarette dangling from his lips, asked grumpily, "What'll you have?"

said Hugo, the Barbarians on other hand knew Athen and Hugo was warriors and not just ordinary villagers. Suddenly all Barbarians stopped talking, a complete silence spread across the forest, "Are they the warriors?" said someone with a raucous voice, all of barbarians bowed down, it was the leader of their tribe who was informed about the new prisoners that was carrying weapons, Athen was terrified to see the leader, he didn't saw anyone that big ever before, he cannot be a man, a monster. "I know you" said the leader in his raucous deep voice pointing at Hugo, Hugo who till then didn't paid any attention to the leader, looked at him, "You are Hugo the General" exclaimed the leader, the lea

With a prostitute, everything is secretive and you’re guaranteed to get lucky in the end. I decide against the prostitute and instead go to the Hun and get some good drinks. It’s the perfect name. After leaving the Hun, patrons feel more like barbarians. In front of the bar, two bikers are already going at it. One I recognize for being a hothead. He’s a dirty blond who always seems to be just passing through.

She didn't want her boss to suspect she heard anything. Mr. Hodge looked at her. "Good, you're here. Clean these up." He said and walked away making Cleo sigh. 7th September. Tuesday. William barged into a bar. An underground illegal bar owned by Mr. Renard Hodge and found him sitting down on a couch with a glass of martini in his hands.

Hunter and I followed Caleb and the other guys toward the bar's entrance. Hunter guided me towards the bar's entrance, where the noise of lively voices and laughter filled my ears. The smell of grilled food and drinks was intoxicating. I wondered what else I was about to discover in this new and exciting world. The bar's entrance swallowed us, and we found ourselves surrounded by people dressed in ways I had never seen before. Wooden tables were crowded with customers laughing, talking, and savoring their drinks. It was a sensory experience completely different from what I was used to in the forest. The bar counter was lined with colorful bottles and mugs, and I felt a bit lost.

Aware that this place was where the lowest of the low resided, as this part of town was where the poor and scavengers fought to get through life. The bar they were standing in was a famous hangout for mercenaries, bandits, and many other criminals. "Ravager, I have a request for you." The cloaked figure finally opened her mouth and allowed others who were paying attention to her to realize the person underneath was a woman. The man who went by the name Ravager looked annoyed at the woman for interrupting his time with the two beauties.

Chapter 17: A Matter Of Protocol The Kandid Bar and Grill, Kanid, Iowa... The revving of engines died down as Brick and the remainder of the Howler M.C. pulled into the parking lot of a bar just on the outskirts of the rather small town known as Kanid. Brick took a few moments to survey the area as he noted the bikes of another nine individuals who had stopped in for a drink. One quick sniff of the air told Brick all he needed to know as the unseemly glow of his eyes indicated that he'd been familiar with the rival bikers who had operated in this territory. Rooster seemed to have fond memories of the place as he smirked when looking at the collection of bikes. Gunner had his attention on the

Her gut is screaming at her to get the hell out of there. She walks over to the bar. It takes a couple minutes, but she finally gets the bartender's attention. "Excuse me, my boyfriend called for a ride. He said he was here at the bar and drunk. He's 6'4, and has dark hair, thin beard, blue eyes, and he's probably wearing his cut as he's in a motorcycle club." She asks. "Which club darlin?" He asks. "Hell's Warriors." Macie replies. "Nah darlin, then don't come in here. This is Knight's territory. They don't cross except under invitation." He explains.

Barret growled, his voice dangerously low. This wasn't just about hockey anymore. The situation was taking a terrifying, nightmare turn the coach never expected. Looking into the psychotic, unhinged glare behind the blade, the coach immediately took three steps back. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Barret would cut his throat open without a second thought if he pushed further.