Bartender - Blog Posts
Bartender: Three coffee.
Bloom: Oh, no. I'm sorry I only ordered one.
Bartender: You said coffee, coffee, coffee,
Bloom: No, uhu, see. I said "CoFfEe! CoFfEe! CoFfEe!"
Bartender: Right.
Bloom: As like I really need coffee coffee coffee. You know?
Bartender: No.
Bloom: "CoFfEe! CoFfEe! CoFfEe!" is like an exaggeration like a funny thing. Like a desperate cry for coffee. This is my thing, everyone knows I drink a lot of coffee so the day can't start until I had my bit. You know what three coffee will be great.
Bartender and his new fairy potion.
May I take your order?
Mysterious bar reappeared after eleven months from disappearance.
Mysterious local bar "Bar of Babel" returns after eleven months since disappearance. It is currently unknown on where the bar came from originally and where it disappeared to during the eleven months it was gone. Any trace of the building or it's employees had disappeared during the establishment vanishing which begun from November last year. The employees are working as if the bar never closed with none providing a reply to where the bar had gone.
"Bar of Babel" is a bar that showed up at the beginning of October 2022. Each of the establishment's employees wears a mask adorned with either horns or antlers and a design unique to each employee with a singular accent color. Aside from the mask every employee wears the same bartender outfit with either a bowtie or a tie which has a matching color to the mask. The employees take turns on being a waiter, janitor and bartender changing every few hours. In the establishment itself, there are 3 bars and on each you must humor the employee with a story, a game or a riddle depending on the bartender and you get a drink after doing so.
Alright so at the bar the bartender called Moskovskaya (the well vodka) "musky" so I asked if that was a reference to Muscovy or just the demonym "muscovite" and he was like "dude it's well so idk if it's even Russian and Musky is easier to say when drunk" and I was like "I will take any opportunity to bring up Russian history and this is why I'm sitting alone at the bar."
She’s a flirt and a tease 😜
Just been told I'm working xmas day and I've never been happier
Writing Prompt #4
‘Bartender.’
To be frank, the only reason I was here was because the pay was good.
Almost too good, for such an easy job in my opinion. All I had to do was serve drinks - that were in labelled bottles, mind you - and to know when a person was red-faced enough to cut them off.
I didn’t even have to deal with the drunkards that often, they rarely came over to this particular establishment.
I guess I was just lucky enough to be at the right place at the right time. A poster on a lamp post, a chilly Wednesday morning, and a wallet that was only getting emptier. Then it was just a hop, skip and a twirl away to the club.
Well, they say club. It looks more like a cafe to me. Admittedly, most cafes don’t sell alcohol, but most clubs were loud and rowdy and wholly annoying.
Whoever designed this club had comfort in their mind; with large and lush armchairs, warm and rustic colours, and low-hanging dim lanterns. The atmosphere was almost always cozy - except of course for the times someone got too rowdy with the bottles.
There I was, minding my own business. Cleaning the glasses with a rag and nodding my head along to the tunes that floated out of the speakers.
Then she walked in.
I won’t be cliche. I won’t say that heads turned when she walked through the door. I won’t say that the speakers stuttered to a stop thanks to some magically timed malfunction. I won’t say her presence was magnetic, and that she’d be forever imprinted in the minds of the other people in the cafe.
Mostly because all that didn’t happen. Also because I’m not one for cliches.
But then she walked over to my counter.
Ordered a drink.
Took out her phone.
I mean, all normal things, right? I thought so too. I paid her no mind.
I served her drink, talked about how it looked like it was going to rain, then went back to work.
Eventually, she finished her drink, left her pay - along with a tip that I appreciated - on the counter, and walked out.
And that was it.
She didn’t even leave her number on the counter, so I filed that memory as insignificant and continued on with my life.
That was it.
It was, honest.
Though, while we’re on the subject of honesty-
I lied, she did leave her number on the counter.
Though, I’d dealt with lots of these before. I wasn’t exactly unattractive, if you’d catch my drift.
Most of the time, I’d ignore them. Throw them in the recycling, never look back.
This time though, I thought, what’s the worst that could happen?
Oh boy.