We are all concerned about tonight. Not so much because there is the annual Day emptive, but because it is the birthday of Queen Tequila.
Peterpenis did find him on the bench many years chupito those who does, because Peterpenis is a fucking heartless. Incitement to violence is the crime of which you are spotting.
Fortunately the first decade goes away in a toast with the whole staff and the average life of a bartender in the level of Tequila Queen is under thirty.
It remains little more than a fortnight. The rest is imagination suddenly starts emptive Day and I hope that the Queen did not have time to finish chupito started except with a very mild pace. The
Rubia and Margherita Hack in the Star Wars is full tonight come with five tickets at a time and I wish I had a shirt that says The Bartender Hates You. From
back at some point appears Campari Boat Duchess Clara Bosco, the entourage of Zoiberg, who came to celebrate the birthday of Queen Tequila.
He greets us all with his gentle manner and polite and asked me a Rum Cooler.
"In the meantime take a gingerbread, those in the bottle, the red ones." I said.
I start to pour into the glass with ice when I stop. "No drink, drink it, thanks."
Now I understand why they call Duchess Campari. The mast step
his gingerbread from ten degrees to the bottle in one gulp, then takes possession of Rum Cooler and disappears into the cirinquito.
few hours later I'll see her run completely drunk with a pair of pantyhose on his head, being chased by Queen of Tequila, in an erotic game that will leave all the boys of Star Wars Bar embarrassed. But that's another story. At the moment I have to
dealing with a crowd multiplied by five important to someone who is agitated because he waited a few more minutes.
The bartender with whom I share the misfortune I should not raise his eyes to avoid further pressure. I do not have time to assimilate the advice that a woman's voice says to me
"Look, I did not have the receipt, I can do the same to drink? I pay you. "
soon as I lift my eyes from the files that I'm pounding the Mojito ready to send the girl to fuck off when she anticipates.
"Free to send me to hell, of course."
a slight French accent, a delicate way of asking, a little grimace with his mouth. All things that I normally would made even more pissed off, in her turn into haunting and fascinating elements, so that hardly any say, "No, sorry, you have to go to the cashier."
"Ok, never mind." I answered the girl.
When you go to checkout from my lower belly comes the order to stop her and ask her what she wants.
No, come on, she says, but come on, I insist, I say, okay she says.
"Then three Mojito, a Caipiroska, a Rum Cooler and Iggy Pop."
I look thrilled. Fuck me how screwed I think. But there is still captivating and charming. And even when he pulls out a credit card to pay for a fuck and I emerge from the heart, are slowed by the second brain one with which we reason we males. What place is a bit 'lower.
Pass card to the cashier and I are with your fingers.
When I goes over the paper with the receipt I give back to the enchantress of the barman, who greets me with a nod to flirt. Winked at me and beckons me "after".
stupid smile and try to figure out later when, after everything. And what was so special to be avoided three of my "fuck you". More
I focus on him the more I realize that her memory is already fuzzy. Within seconds I have forgotten drunks suffocated by scientists.
The evening slips away five tickets at a time until the lights and turns off the music. The bouncers are starting to evacuate staff and we toast to the survival occurred with the first alcohol that we are in his hands.
And that's when we see the Queen and Duchess Tequila Campari Clara Bosco boat chase in the rain begins to rattle the windows and ceiling. They run
Sapphic and Duchess with stockings on his head has something poetic. The poem turns into malice when the Queen takes her from behind and the Duchess feels the breast. Become a little more embarrassing when starts to kiss the Duchess collar and closes his eyes ecstatic.
But the heart sinks when I see I've got the French out of nowhere and join the two in a long kiss, passionate and promiscuous. I'm a mess of hands and mouths, all wet from the rain that makes the show even more sensual.
They are there, in front of the big screen that is glazed from the barge to watch a soft-core with a beer in his hand in obvious embarrassment (embarrassment, and I mean when I say something as visible as the belly of pregnant women in English) when the enchantress, tilting her head looking at me smiling and winking. I leave in obvious confusion and I sit on the ground in the rain waiting for the three have finished. The French still looks at me and tells me, using the lip: "I had promised that we'd meet later ..."
"Listen, I did not make the ticket, I can do the same to drink? Pago to you. "
I freezes the blood. They are behind the counter that faces a tsunami of scientists drunk.
"You could at least answer me ..." He tells me a bit 'annoyed the girl.
Without looking up the time to ask my colleague.
"It 's twenty one o'clock."
do not know if I wanted to see if it was just a deja-vu or if I came back three hours.
in doubt, tell the girl that has to do the receipt to the cashier.
Without looking up, of course.
"Ok, never mind. Just knowing it. "I answered her.
charmer with a slight accent ...
(continued)
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