Novel & Cerita The Bartender

Pushing my glass to the man, I noticed he wasn’t wearing the same uniform as the other bartenders. Unlike the others, he wore a black button-up shirt, with his long sleeves rolled to his elbows and a dark blue tie around his collar. He didn’t take his eyes off me as he reached behind him and grabbed the bottle of scotch from the top shelf. Maybe he was the owner or a manager, it was hard to tell in places like this. “I think after this, you should leave.” The man said, giving me a glare that said he was serious.

The bartender, a grizzled man with a shaggy beard, approached me with a questioning look. "What can I get you?" he asked, his voice rough as nails. "I'm trying to forget tonight ever happened," I replied, meeting his gaze with my tired eyes. He held my gaze for a moment before nodding in understanding. He reached under the counter and produced a single bottle of clear liquid; he poured me a glass and set it in front of me. I took a sip, the alcohol burning a path down my throat; I needed to feel this so that I wouldn't think about Alfred and Madeline. Another shot was poured, and then another, each one numbing the ache in my chest a little more.

"Well, you're wrong. He doesn't own me." "He does. Trust me." The seriousness in his voice irritated me. What the hell is wrong with all of them? Before I could respond, the bartender spoke again. "I'm Tonny, by the way. Been working as a bartender here for over a year and a half. Full-time." What? I didn't bother hiding my surprise. "Don't you have any better job to venture into?" Before he could answer, the man beside me slammed his fist on the counter, startling me.

"A rai wa?" "The drinks." His brows furrowed immediately. "Again?" The bartender nodded. Tee stared. The warmth from the alcohol vanished almost instantly. "Wait." He placed both hands on the counter. "The same person from last time?" The bartender's smile widened knowingly. "Yes." Now Tee was genuinely curious. His eyes narrowed slightly. "Who is he?" The bartender chuckled. "Sorry." "I can't disclose customers' information." Tee groaned. "Seriously?" "Company policy."

the man asked while using a cloth to clean the glass currently in his hands. Kirou looked at the bartender that spoke to him. The man was dressed in the club's bartender uniform, full black with swirls of fire on the sleeves of the shirt. With his bald head, slightly buff profile, and the scar over his left eye, the bartender looked a bit menacing and came off strong to others, even though he had no intention to do so. While others might have been intimidated by this man's looks, Kirou found it quite normal since he was used to people with much weirder body builds. After looking over the menu sitting on the counter before him, K

We walked over to the bar and sat on stools like we own the place. "What can I get you ladies?" The bartender asked. He was tall and cute in a quirky way, he wasn't a sight for sore eyes, but when you looked at him deeply and closel, you'd find out that there's something about him that stood out, as for me, I don't really care the looking should be reserved for the girl he was dating or the girl he was going to get married to. He didn't look bad though, he had a black shirt on that read THE HARVEY and a brown trouser, he had a name tag too 'Tunde' was written on it.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

The music was thumping and the air was thick with the smell of smoke and sweat, but I didn't stop until I reached the long wooden counter where the bartender was polishing a glass with a rag. He looked up, his eyes widening in recognition when he saw me, I could see the sweat starting to bead on his forehead. "You!" I yelled, leaning over the counter and pointing a finger right in his face, ignoring the way a few people turned to stare at us. "You think you’re so clever, don't you? You think you can just take Owen’s money and ruin people’s lives and then just walk away like nothing happened?" The bartender tried to pull a neutra

Navigating his way through the bustling crowd, he finally reached the polished mahogany bar counter, where the bartender skillfully crafted an array of drinks. The bartender's attentive eyes met his as he approached, swiftly assessing his distinguished appearance with a single glance. "What can I get for you, sir?" the bartender inquired, his voice exuding a refined professionalism. Reynold paused for a moment, contemplating his preference before responding. He yearned for something potent, a libation that would envelop him in a comforting warmth from within. Leaning casually against the counter,

Here, I could closely see how the games become addictive as people bet more than they could give, slowly ruining their lives. I shook my head, walking over to the bar. I may spend lots of time here. Something I wasn't really mad about when I saw the sexy bartender. I settled down on one of the seats as I watched him work. He had coffee-brown hair and pale skin. Luca's was midnight black and his skin was tan. The bartender didn't have any tattoos as Luca did. Why am I comparing him to Luca anyway? The bartender finally turned to me. "What can I get you?" He asked.