Sociable Tavern Novels & Stories

The bellowing of the men's laughter as they slammed their mazers against one another, collided with the loud voices of the giggling ladies as their hands snuck into the men's garments in a sensuous manner, rubbing them off the coins they had carefully tucked away before they came, The music struggled with all the noise, still managing to be defined in its melodious combination, over the loud conversation, as the scantily dressed ladies on the stage, floor, and tables, danced to it. This was the Tavern. A place far from the Capital's Market Square, and hidden away. Life here was different from the life of the people closest to the Square. Here it was music, it was alcohol, it was sex, it was

• 2009 Somewhere in the outskirts of the Southern region of the United States, probably Texas, was a miserable tiny town that had a tavern which happened to be always full to capacity and men and women would come to drown their sorrows with pints, mugs, bottles and even barrels, promising themselves a future for a better tomorrow which of course never came. There was some local music playing in the background with a section of people playing pool at the heart of the tavern. There were other nights when some couples would just drink themselves silly and make out. This was one of those nights and one person wasn't particularly pleased by this when she could hear the heavy breathing of the two

The tavern’s lights seem to have gotten brighter, and the slightly crooked signage just at the top reassured me somehow – this picturesque scene can be flawed yet perfect at the same time. “I seriously need to stop overthinking, I’ve played this in my head thousands of times already,” I mutter as I pushed the door open – I slightly winced as the overwhelming smell of cigarettes and vodka greeted my nose. I forced myself to trudge towards the very front of the tavern, where my good friend worked as a bartender. “Markie!” I called out to him – however, he was far too busy to even hear me from his spot. Must be tough… There weren’t available seats either, there were people left and right shouti

The bell at the entrance rang as they entered, the coldness of the Assyria district's unique reinforced concrete was concealed by the dim lights and the secular atmosphere of the tavern. Frank felt like he had entered a different world. He had never been to a place like this before. Oriel swiftly found the reserved seat at the bar and patted the empty space beside her. It was then that Frank noticed a faint dimple on her cheek. "This place specializes in Cuban cuisine, Mr. Wilson. How about letting me order for you? You shouldn't miss the Cuban delicacy, deep-fried starfish." Oriel didn't even need to look at the menu. She directly ordered a few dishes by name from the bartender, clearly a r

I just pray to whatever diety listening, that it's not Grayson. A shabby tavern is where I enter next. The hideout of every criminal that roams the rocky roads. It's darky and encrusted with the smell of years old smokers, cackled laughter and even blood where fights over the most ludacris things have taken place. I glance around, seeking the right spot where I'm sure information is bound to turn up. There's hushed chatter in a corner, men and women gathered together, almost as if conspiring a revolt. It's the wrong crowd to be around, but I grab a chair, ordering a drink and pretend to mind my business. "Do you know where he's gone off to?"

I answered, grinning to mask the hatred. “New best friend, huh? Zuberi here owns the tavern. He’ll do anything to get more male wolves to come by his den for a drink. And you should stay away from Katy. She drinks the moon-brew just to get rowdy,” Xioe warned me, leaning closer to the glass. “Isn’t that the point of a tavern?” I argued, feigning confusion. “Tipsy, not wild,” he answered, winking at me. “Rule of the pack: leave the den with your hide intact. Well, at least some of it. If I see you later tonight, your first bowl of brew is on me.”

As if he was looking for something else. "Safe!" he thought. Grilled Meat Tavern - Gorgon was known as one of the worst taverns in the Black Market Trading Area, especially on the ground floor or ground level of the Fortress. Not only were the dishes notoriously bad due to their strange and unfamiliar seasonings, but the waiters were notorious for behaving like thugs. They look more like bouncers than friendly and polite waiters. Although there were rarely any visitors, in fact you could count on your fingers the number of visitors in a whole day, no more than ten.

I did what was required of me. But there were nights–more than I’d like to admit–where I couldn’t keep thoughts of Freesia out of my head. Anger, guilt, and regret all festered until I couldn’t take it anymore. Those were the nights when only alcohol could nurse me to sleep. Tonight was one of those nights. So when I heard there was a bar that became popular among the people here for its eccentric array of cocktails, I was equally surprised and satisfied. The exterior of the Rusty Tavern lived up to its name. The brick walls were covered in grime, and the windows were coated entirely in black soot.

I stroke my fingers to get his attention. "Yes, Madam." He responds. Following my suggestion, Red and I roam around until we find our search. Before us stands a rugged two story building that seems to go way back to the colonial era. It's a small hotel and its lobby contains a bar...or diner? I fail to grasp. Minutes later I figure it's a small tavern that's seemingly quite popular among the folks. Plenty of noise regards us, that only dies off when we finally walk in, and I'm sure our appearances stand out more than we think.

Adrian kept Mackay hidden from the world, making him officially dead. Mackay was sent back to Novena and then to Falconia, becoming one of Adrian's informants. Gazelle Tavern in the Southern District was accessible only to specific individuals and not open to unfamiliar customers. Gaining entry was difficult; those who could enter were from major families, powerful forces, or friends of powerful figures. The entrance to this tavern was exceptionally secretive. The door was embedded into the wall and so well hidden that even with a magnifying glass, one might not find the crack.