The Tender Bar Novels & Stories

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.

Her longing for Jack and her concern for Jennifer were temporarily forgotten. "It's called Hot Bar. It's made from fish paste, flour, eggs, and vegetables. The fillings vary. You can choose according to your taste," Suzy explained. Elena nodded. "I'll have the sausage and cheese filling." The girl nodded, then placed the order with the seller in Korean. "Oh, buy some for the bodyguards too. For Enver, get him the seafood filling. That guy loves seafood," she said, holding Suzy's arm. "Oh, you even remember your bodyguard's preferences?" Suzy was speechless.

She enjoyed racing and she was a reckless driver because of her extraordinary speed. They had driven to the secret house among others who had accompanied them on the mission. They had reached the secret house as they made their reports. They had all passed the test and now they could now work in the TRENTON'S BAR. In the mere view the TRENTON'S BAR was just a classic bar were people come to spend some good time at night and during the day it was a beautiful cafeteria. But it also housed the secret house and for years it hasn't been breached by humans because it was invisible.

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 alpha tent was filled with the most luxurious items, intended to make us forget we were in the middle of an open field in the middle of summer. There were large plush chairs that looked so soft they could have been made of actual clouds. The chairs were positioned in groups of five, each group surrounding a golden colored metal coffee table with a glass top. In the center of the tent there was a large bar where they offered any kind of drink you could come up with. There were several large flat screen t.v.’s at the end of the tent showing a variety of sports and shows. I located a group of chairs that was empty and decided to have a minute to myself to take everything in.

Taking one of my car keys, I quickly walked out of the door. I drove straight to the bar I once saw Serena in. At the heading of the bar was a sign which read, “Sasha’s”. Over looking this, I highlighted from my car and got into this bar. Though there was a bouncer in front of the door, but I scared him off after telling him all about who I was. I went to the counter, sitting on the high stool which was direct under the tiled ceramic. “One Martini please,” I seethed out to the bar tender. My ringed hand slammed on the table, as I leaned it in and made it rest there. I waited for the tender to bring the drink I had ordered for.

“That makes it fun. You chose truth.” He gnashed his teeth, “No.” They chose another designated dish and turned the turntable. The disk slowly stopped in front of Barbara. Barbara’s grip on the wine glass tightened. She gnashed her teeth and said, “I choose dare.” Tanner thought for a moment, and since she was a girl who he wasn’t close with, he didn’t want to make it too bad. “Finish one entire glass.” Helios frowned but saw Barbara pick up her glass and drink all the alcohol.

"Ms. Henderson's married to her work, alright. I'm her husband, and I barely catch a glimpse of her. She didn't get home until midnight yesterday, and by dawn, she was out the door again." Mentioning that morning seemed to hit a nerve. Macie's face went through a quick series of emotional changes, her guilt plain as day. Right then, the waiter came in with the drinks. Dressed to the nines in a tailcoat, he was the picture of elegance, like he had stepped right out of a medieval portrait. The ladies could not take their eyes off him. As he set down the wine, he shot Macie a sly wink, almost too quick to catch.

I yelled back. Breyona nodded, "Good thinking!" Her and Mason followed me over to the bar. The bar was a shiny obsidian material that ran the length of one of the walls. Countless bottles of alcohol were scattered towards the back. Three different people ran the bar, all flitting from person to person. "What can I get for you ladies?" The tall bartender smirked at Breyona and I, purposefully ignoring Mason. By all intents and purposes, the bar tender was cute. Tall and slim, with hints of muscle running down his arms. His black hair fell over his forehead, a bright green stripe running down the side.

A free drink was a drink, as I saw it. "I've never seen you here before. Is this your first time?" The tender asked as he went to wiping down the bar top. "Yeah. I heard that the music was good and that the conversation was even better." I said in between sips of my strong drink. The tender knew how to pour them right. "Well the music is the best in the city, and the conversations are always interesting. My name is Michael. Let me know if you need anything." He said, turned around and walked to the side of the bar with my mystery woman.