Valhalla Bar Game Novels & Stories

The ceilings were tall, and even though there was a lot of space, it felt packed with people. I headed straight to the bar, and people made way for me. They avoided looking at me, their eyes focused elsewhere. I tapped on the bar counter. A bartender quickly appeared before me, grinning broadly. "What would you like? " he asked while wiping a glass with a cloth. "I’m searching for Valentina Moretti. " Bartenders usually knew everything. When he heard that name, he set the glass down and pointed toward the back of the casino. "She’s watching the fight in the private booth," he said. I noticed how his voice shook slightly and his hands trembled.

Phil said and gave him a light hug "Thanks" "Barman, three bottles of legend" "I aren't drinking" Kay said "Why?" Phil asked "I don't do alcohol anymore" "What!" Phil and Chuks said simultaenously. This is serious oh. 'Kayode, not doing alcohol anymore' crazy. "Just get me any soft drink" Kay said to the barman. "So Guys, how is life?" Kay asked his two perplexed friends. "Come on Guys, get over it. This is a new Kayode Peters!" He said to his friends

Chapter Two “Hey, Rene.” I slide onto a barstool, smiling at a pretty red-headed vampire. “Hey, Callie,” she replies cheerfully. “Red or white tonight?” “I’m in the mood for red.” Rene smiles, flashing her fangs. She keeps them drawn most of the time while she works, saying it helps with tips. “Same.” She winks and turns, grabbing a wine glass and a bottle from the fridge under the bar. The Taproom is busy tonight, as it usually is. For a hipster bar located in one of the more expensive parts of Lincoln Park, this place does very well for itself.

Haden The sun had barely started dipping behind the valley line when Krav and I found ourselves at Benny’s Tap, the only bar close enough to the Den that didn’t smell like old fur and regret. It was half full. the usual crowd of sentinels, traders, and workers blowing off steam before patrols. Music played from a busted old speaker in the corner, something with too much bass and not enough sense. Krav sat across from me at a corner table, bottle in hand, blue light from the neon sign outside washing over him. He looked almost normal , almost.

All that was left was her, Clara and a few cooks in the kitchen while both girls swept and mopped the floor of the dining room. The bar was packed today with people filling the bar to watch the big game through Ben’s projector, projecting towards the blank white wall that was able to entertain 15 tables in the room. Tips was great but not enough to cover the hard work of waiting the customers whom mostly are huge men, bikers sometimes and college boys that stays a few miles away from the bar in their hostel.

For all he knew, or cared, Paul could quit because of his lack of interest in Paul working out in his new position. “Sure Bill. Whatever you say.” Thank heavens he didn’t need to come in first thing in the morning. Paul probably would like to see some of his pack and get to work with them. “I better go. So, I can catch him before he leaves for the day. Anything else?” “Yeah, so what is with the magically returning tavern owner?” Bill couldn’t even get the type of business correct. A tavern was more like a restaurant that served alcohol. A bar was a drinking establishment that might sell snack type foods.

Valhalla Club – The Gathering The entrance to Valhalla Club was buried beneath the foundations of an abandoned warehouse on the city's forgotten industrial waterfront. From the outside, it looked like nothing more than a crumbling relic of a bygone era—rusted metal, shattered windows, and graffiti-covered walls.But those who knew where to look understood that the warehouse is merely a mask. Beneath the surface, Valhalla Club was a different world entirely. The descent began through a narrow staircase it's walls lined with flickering gas lamps that cast shadows on the cold stone. The air grew heavier with each step, thick with the scent of whiskey.

Inside was… surprisingly nice. Not what she’d pictured when she’d followed him down this street … definitely not what she'd expected when she saw the sign outside. Just warm lighting, a polished wood bar stretching along the back wall, manned by a male with brown skin and eyes that glowed faintly blue, and a dance floor tucked off to the side with instruments resting like they were waiting for someone to wake them up. It smelled good, too—spiced wine, candied nuts, and floral. She trailed after Vaelen as he took the stairs without so much as a glance back. “Try not to look so tense,” Vaelen said over his shoulder. “People might think I dragged you here against your will.” She didn’t di

David asked as he had already prepared three glasses for them. Valentino of course wanted to refuse but once again he had to act as good as possible so that David and his friend would not suspect him. "Of course. I also really want to taste this tens of millions of rupiahs of wine," Valentino said. David and Bara laughed at that. They toasted which and Bara and David quickly drank the wine to the end. While Valentino himself just put his lips on the glass. "By the way. Where is Stefan? Why hasn't he come yet?" Bara asked and then he put down his glass and intending to pour his wine back.

It was the same energy, exactly how Isadora pictured it. The night club dubbed bar had flashing colorful lights, the smell of sweat formed under expensive perfumes, the strong energy of people who had only come here to forget about a thing or two and the seemingly endless supply of liquor as all too familiar it took control to not shudder in irritation. In all, Vallea's excitement was something she couldn't relate to. What was so special about being in a place just like any other bar but more overpriced with a let more pretentious crowd?