The Tender Bar Novels & Stories

He then hit the steering wheel because he thought what Stefan said made no sense at all. "What's so funny, Bara?" Stefan was disturbed by Bara's mocking laugh. "It's you. Don't you realize you've just said the absolutely impossible thing." "Impossible? What's impossible? Of course this is very possible why do you even seem to do that?" Bara then pulled over from his car and asked his friend to buy hot coffee on the side of the road. He seemed a bit lazy to come to the Paradise Night Club. Bara ordered two mochachino coffees with additional wipe cream which made it even more delicious.

Austin spoke squeezing his forehead with his hand, his face was tight as a rock and Kenneth could tell he was in pain. “ Boss! Do you need me to get the doctor?” “ No! I will be fine, just find the money as quick as possible!!” ” Yes boss!” Kenneth exits the room while Austin resume back to working on his computer. ******** Elena sat at the bar at OCEAN PRIME holding a glass of wine, she was cautious as to the kind of wine she was served to avoid getting drunk. Staring suspiciously through her dark shade at each corner of the bar for any familiar face, wearing a black lather jacket and a plain pencil trouser, a dark shade of makeup which made her hard to recognize. It was obvious she wasn't

I worked various part-time jobs during the day and at a nightclub in the evenings to earn money for tuition and Grandma's medical bills. Once, I encountered a difficult drunk customer who cornered me. He hissed, "You're working at a nightclub and still playing hard to get? I'm going to have you today no matter what." I broke a glass, cut him with it, and as I fled through the door with bloody hands, I crashed right into Brandon's arms. He was the club's behind-the-scenes owner, and I had heard about him—ruthless, cold-blooded, and with a terrible reputation.

Barbie said. "Okay mom bye!! " Swan shouted and dragged Steve who still looked upset about the fact that he couldn't marry Brittany. < ONE WEEK LATER ~ HEMS BAR > Hems bar is a really popular bar that is mostly used by important people. Most companies held their meetings in this bar. The bar had a special room where clients could hold their meetings. Presently inside the room was Barbie and three fat men. The four of them were sitting around the table. "I must say Mrs Barbie is really beautiful " One of the fat men said and Barbie smiled a little.

"We're going to get hot chocolate at Barb's." Barb's is a small coffee place at the end of the boardwalk. Eli and Elara are already there, warm inside with steam wafting into their faces from their hot mugs. We peer through the window to see what's taking her so long. "Let me go get her," Vivianne says and suddenly I'm out front alone.

Charlie had to have felt love for her or the intimate relationship would not have happened. Charlie enjoyed the day at the Kennedy Space Center. Charlie enjoyed a Cubano de Versailles. Cuban bread piled high with sweet ham, slow roasted pork, Swiss cheese, pickles, yellow mustard, and caramelized butter over the bread. Cuban Chicken Soup made with chicken, pumpkin, potatoes, carrots, celery, corn, and noodles. Jennifer enjoyed a Chicken, Bacon & Swiss Melt. All white meat chicken breast wrapped in Brown Sugar Bacon. Juicy slices of tomato, lettuce, pickles, smothered in melted Lacy Baby Swiss cheese on a warm toasted bun. The meal was a delight. It was more time they were together enjoying t

"And don't you worry about Barry, he's all bark and no bite." Barry glared at Pam, while Brigail followed the leggy blonde's graceful movements as she exited the hotel. "What's that about?" Brigail asked after Barry nudged her elbow to keep moving. "Ignore her. She's Eli's right-hand. The one doing all his dirty work for him," Barry replied as they stopped in front of TENDER steak and seafood bistro. "I hope you're not a vegetarian because they do a mean Kobe wagyu here." Brigail had never been to a restaurant that fancy before and she, not for the last time, felt out of place.

"Just go inside. It's going to be fun." He took a deep breath as he opened the door, gesturing her to go first. He obviously didn't share her optimism. Inside, Tucker's Hideaway was dark, which Chelsea thought was probably a good idea since the interior was scarier than the exterior. The bar was a wooden booth, almost like they had built the building around it to shelter an already built tiki bar. The furniture consisted of rickety tables and chairs and wooden booths without cushions. As soon as they opened the door, everyone turned and stared at them, even the robust woman behind the bar.

“You try!” “You could have used ‘potty,’ ” suggests Noah. “ ‘I love you, Lottie, Sitting on the potty.’ ” “Thanks, Noah,” says Richard grouchily. “Appreciate it.” “It’s very good,” I say hastily. “Anyway, it’s the thought that counts.” Richard grabs the paper back from me and reaches for the bar menu. On the front it reads Delectable Bulgarian Specialties, and inside are lists of bar snacks and light meals.

Then, when Barb popped popcorn and threaded it into strings to decorate the tree, it seemed to bring them closer. By Christmas, Eve Barb had big cinnamon rolls baked and iced to serve with hot toddies that were made from Hanks booze stash. It was as they sat together on the big sofa, listening to Gilbert and Sullivan music, that she warmed the rolls and brought them forth and made the evening more festive. It seemed to make things even more intimate.