Valhalla Bar Game Novels & Stories

Which was understandable, Hattfield was three states away. “Well, good thing we found each other. We would definitely need the company.” she says, snapping back into her excited mode. I didn’t want to ruin her mood by telling her I had someone else to keep me company, especially when she was clapping excitedly as the bar came into view. It was no resort, but it was a sizeable bar, a few cars littered around. Neon lights strung around the name; Dive bar, blinked at us, welcoming us. “First round is on me.” Ash clapped as she slipped out of the car.

Vera’s smug face, her calculated moves, the way she’d dismantled everything I’d worked for—it all played on a loop, fueling the fire inside me. I took a few steps closer, and pushing open the heavy wooden door, I was greeted by the familiar scent of aged whiskey and polished wood. The bar was cozy, with a handful of patrons scattered across the room. A few sat at the bar itself, nursing drinks and lost in their own thoughts, while others occupied the booths along the walls. The soft jazz music played from a set of 2 JBL pro 1 speakers in the corner, blending seamlessly with the low murmur of conversation. I made my way to the bar, sliding onto a stool and nodding at the bartender, a middle-a

God. I needed a drink. Maybe several. The clubhouse bar was loud when I got downstairs. Music thumped from the speakers near the pool table, the bass vibrating through the floor. A couple of the guys were playing darts in the corner while someone else shouted at the football game on the television. Normal chaos. It helped. At least a little. I slid onto a stool beside Hannah and signaled the bartender for a whiskey. Hannah looked up from where she was half draped across Bryce’s shoulder and immediately narrowed her eyes at me.

Denver, Colorado Satan’s Bar The Next Evening Frank ‘Cole’ Porter poured out another shot of whiskey, scanned the bar quickly to see how the vibe was going. Nothing was unusual or alarming, so he flashed Vixen a grin as she picked up the tray of drinks for the bachelor party over in the corner. “Everything OK, sweetheart?” he asked her. “Those boys behaving themselves?”