Valhalla Bar Game Novels & Stories

POV: Avalon Pierce James called on a Wednesday and said: “Drinks tonight? No foundation or business discussion” “What then,” Avalon said. “Just drinks,” James said. “Two people and a bar requiring not a whiteboard.” “I can do that,” Avalon said. The bar was in Hayes Valley, small, the kind that had been there long enough to stop trying to be anything other than what it was. They sat at the counter. Ordered without deliberating.

“I guess we’re passing up on that one then. How about the racing games?” My eyes narrow, but before I can say anything, the bartender approaches us—a storky man with bald head and a dragon tattoo that peeks over the flesh of his scalp down to his forehead, with shiny green eyes and a cheeky smile. “Ladies,” he chirps—sounding odd for someone of his size. “What brings you tonight and what can I get you? Remember, code only.” Brie winces beside me and the bartender catches it. His gaze lands on me with renewed interest.

I groan thinking this as I pull up, slightly disappointed that her sports bike is not in the parking lot. Stomping into the bar, I almost broke the door as it hit the wall. Jared’s eyes land on me with a questioning look as he places a bottle of my favourite bourbon on top of the bar. “Thanks” I say as I drain the first glass before he pours another. As I finish my second glass I hear my beta and gamma enter the bar and Jared puts another two glasses on the bar. Atlas slaps a hand on my shoulder in a brotherly manner while Dollar just has an amused look on his stupid face.

The bartender from last time wore a frown the moment he sighted us, wanting to disappear into another corner, when Zilla snapped her fingers at him. “A bottle of vodka and fruit juice. Pleaseeee,” she dragged. “Or should I take my noise and money elsewhere?” she arched her brows, arms folded. The bartender gestured towards the empty booths. “Welcome to Howl and Growls Bar, ma'ams. Feel free to have your seats.” Even the deaf could hear the sarcasm in his voice. “You should really watch your drinking habit, Toasty. Between you and Roger, I don't know who’s the worst drunk.”

Dakota The bar definitely lived up to its reviews. Shady as fuck. The floor stuck to my boots, the air reeked of stale beer and fryer grease, and the lighting was doing some heavy lifting to hide the cracks in the walls. A game must’ve been on—judging by the wall-to-wall crowd of guys yelling at a single oversized TV like their curses could change the score.

The bargirl made sure to remind everyone, “This is our second-anniversary celebration! We’re showing our sincerity, and we expect the same from you. You can’t quit halfway. The game must be completed for you to be ranked. If you drop out, you won’t be allowed back into Starlet Bar!” Tanya had briefly considered backing out, but the bargirl’s words quashed that idea. She could not help but think that the rules at this bar were excessive and bizarre. How did these patrons put up with such nonsense and stay so enthusiastic?! “Tanya, you might not know this, but Starlet Bar is connected to Kingzillion Casino. That casino has their back. So, no matter how crazy their rules are, people still flock

Although they love to fight and I would oblige if needed. I gave myself one more look in the full length mirror in the bar manager’s office. The “uniform” for this mission was sexy but not my style. I wore cowboy boots, short cutoff shorts that showed the slightest bit of my ass cheeks, and a cinched up corset. My hair was fuller than I usually wear it and my make up was heavier with a smokey eye. Backwoods sexy I was. One last deep breath and out the door I went. There were so many scents in the crowded bar it took a minute to get control of my wolf senses. I had been waiting tables and serving drinks for about two hours when the biggest brooding man I have ever seen entered the bar, and he

I didn't want the freezing up that occurred during the date. " My throats dry," I spoke out. " Mind if we go get some ice cream?" He glanced at me. " Um, sure." We left the gaming center to the ice cream stall nearby, where I ordered mine. I expected Xander to do the same thing, but he just stood there, lost in thought. Okay... What's he thinking about now?? . . . Xander's P. O. V

Dahlia shook her head vigorously, "No not him. Can we just leave I promise, you will met him at the club." I drove us to the club which was technically a bar but very decent and charming, it's called 'The Misty' a funny name for a club but it had really good beer and wine. We entered after showing our passes to the bouncers one of whom had a feeling me and Dahlia were underage, we had to show him our ids and when finally he believed us he wanted to take a picture with us. Jenny and Dahlia being wild forced me to pose for the picture and Jenny even winked at the buffed man when he let us in.

SAELYNA Silver Stallion is the more popular of the two bars in the village. It is a short distance from our house, and that's where I'm headed. When I step into the semi-dark room, I notice there are fewer people than there usually is. Then I recall most of them haven't returned from the Glade. They would anyway, anytime soon. And the last thing I want is Derrick Marwell talking again about how I had gotten drunk and danced off with Elwyn, so I must hurry about my business and get home soon.