The Bartender Novels & Stories

The bartender, a middle-aged woman with tired eyes and graying hair pulled back in a ponytail, barely glanced at him. "What'll it be?" "Beer. Whatever's cold." She pulled a bottle from the cooler, popped the cap, and slid it across the scarred wooden bar. Damon dropped some bills on the counter and took a long pull from the bottle. It was cheap and tasted like piss, but it was cold. He settled in, letting his gaze drift around the room without really looking at anyone.

Carlos entered the dimly lit underground bar, where the energy was high and people swayed to the pulsating beats of the DJ. He let out a sigh and headed straight for a stool at the counter. "I'll have a shot of whiskey, please," he requested, catching the bartender's attention. With a nod, the bartender served him the drink.

The fishnets while stylish, offered little else, such as heat retention. If you wanted to know shit, the one who served the alcohol was the best bet. Usually the most sober, with a watchful eye on the goings on in the place. The bartender looked like he’d seen a lot of shit in his day and wouldn’t put up with any. Bristles on his scalp, long beard and mustache, a scar slicing his left eyebrow in two. Not to mention arms which could pop your head like a fucking pimple. So, Amber put on a drunken smile as he slid her whiskey across the counter, “I’m looking for someone. Have you seen Giovanni?”

Amber and Samantha are heading to the bathroom and Heather is finding us a table. “Hey Luna! What can I get you tonight?” The bartender is a pack member and also Heather’s older brother. “Hey Jared! I’ll get the usual for me and the girls, add one more for Samantha. Oh, please don’t call me Luna in here. We don’t want any issues with the humans.” “You got it Ellie! Coming up!”

Maybe he’s seen me somewhere before. “You don’t know who I am?” He asked, cocking a fraction of his thick eyebrow as if he was expecting me to know. I shook my head. Right then, the bartender showed up, catching our attention. His hair was slicked back, and he sported a neatly pressed white shirt that made him look more like a posh palace butler than a club bartender. “Is everything okay, sir?” he asked, looking more concerned than suspicious. “Yes. She’s drunk and I was just about taking her home. You have nothing to worry about,” he said to the bartender who shrugged and returned to his duties. I was surprised he didn’t inquir

he gestured towards me and I quickly snapped out of reverie and went on to carry out his orders. I approached the bartender and to my greatest surprise, he was a very young guy just like Kalix. He was handsome with grey eyes and his long blonde hair was tied up at the back of his head. He wore dropping earrings on one ear and had a mole just at the right corner of his lips. He looked almost my age or a bit more if I'm not mistaken. Makes me wonder why he was serving drinks and doing this job. Shouldn't he be in school or something?

I slam my glass on the counter. “Having a bad day?” It's the bartender as he refills my glass. I hiss and pick it up. “I'm having a lot of bad days nowadays,” I retort, then a thought crosses my mind and I'm giving all my attention to the bartender; he's a fine man with a sleeve of tattoos on both arms but Mr. Big Shot is better looking. He reads the looks I'm giving him and raises a brow. “Anything I can help you with, miss?” He smiles and I return it.

Jax turned to the bartender, "give me the strongest drink you have" he replied. "Are you sure?" "Yes." The bartender nodded and mixed up the drink and slid it over to Jax. Jax took the drink and downed it in one go. "Easy, you weren't supposed to drink it all in one go." the bartender told him. Jax smiled at him, "What is your name?" he asked. "Sai" the bartender replied. "You are so nice." Jax said drunkenly, he was already feeling the effects of the drink.

While the loud music booms on my ear and Leigh is on my side, dancing a little with a glass on her hand, my gaze flew to the bartender who is mixing liquors and as if he is just playing the liquids inside the bottle before filling in the glasses in front. With my bitten lips, I look at him with a smile and he then return it with a laugh. “You have to go there in the middle to enjoy the night!” He screamed while still tossing some bottles on the air. I squeal a little, anxious that he might not catch it but he professionally did before looking at me with a wide smile. “I am contented watching you here tho!” I replied with a laugh. The b

All of them look the same no matter if they are eighteen or forty five. Someone waves from a table in the back, next to the cramped dance floor. I wave back before gesturing toward the bar. The bartender is an old sleepy man with a pot belly and long gray hair tied in a ponytail. He has an obvious bald spot that he tries his best to hide with the thin gray hair.