Chapter 188 The bartender is the job!
Surrounded by a large open area, only such a bar stands here, with neon lights flashing...
This kind of environment was originally a bit lonely, but the chatter that came from time to time added a bit of vigor to the place.
It was even more lively in the bar. It was still early, and more than half of the seats in the bar were occupied. Some people were sipping their drinks quietly, while more people were talking loudly, venting the pressure they had accumulated all day. .
The night bar has just opened, but the business is booming beyond imagination.
There is no nightlife in the apocalypse. In the past, some powerful and wealthy awakened people would choose to go to the training camp to vent their stress. However, this is only a small number of people. Most people have nothing to do after dark.
——In the past, the survivors had become a luxury even to eat enough, and they didn’t have so much energy to think about other things. However, with the development of the shelter, life has changed. Then there has to be someone to slap or to slap.
Haven't seen the ratio of males to females in shelters, is it seriously out of balance?
Especially those girls, many of them have entered the logistics department and the medical department. These two are the sweet and pastry departments, and they can also get close contact with the two goddesses of the shelter. It is said that when the logistics department and the medical department recruited people, there were Many pig brothers desperately tried to squeeze in, but without exception, they were all turned away.
It also led to the fact that these two departments finally recruited only women, and the survivors that they saw every day were all rough men.
In the end, I can only continue to engage in the great business of moving bricks with these topless, sweaty big men.
For the survivors, the appearance of the night bar is the dawn in the dark night. The price of drinks is also cheap, and most of the survivors can afford it.
Awakeneds are no exception. Sometimes they can scavenge some drinks from the wild and save them to drink slowly. However, when a person is drunk, how can they compare to the atmosphere of a bar, and they can chat with other people to force, some strength Awakened people who can't go up or down can feel the reverence of ordinary people here.
I feel very comfortable.
What attracted these survivors more was the proprietress of the bar.
The proprietress stood behind the bar, tossing the wine bottle with one hand and pouring the ingredients into the goblet with the other.
Her brown hair was tied up and tied at the back of her head. With the movement, her ponytail swayed from side to side, and her chest was even more ups and downs, attracting the attention of most of the male survivors present.
He has a good appearance and a good figure, and also stands behind the bar as a bartender, so that they can see it at a glance.
This alone has added at least 30% of the bar's turnover.
It's just that these people didn't dare to look directly at them with explicit eyes, they could only use the corner of their eyes to observe secretly, and no one would stand up to tease them foolishly. After all, before the commercial district was built, a bar was opened here, and if you think about it with your lower body, you all know that there must be an unspeakable friend transaction.
The fact is almost the same.
Lorraine was summoned, and after learning that the territory didn't even have a bar, she made it hard and asked the lord to build a bar for her.
For this, she naturally paid a price - before the salary was received, she was already heavily in debt.
She is the owner of the night bar and the head bartender here.
She is serious about bartending.
‘The bartender is the job, sniper? Part-time job only! ’
Lorraine flicked her beautiful bartending skills and pushed a goblet filled with liquid to the opposite side, "Xiao Lili, now, this glass is for you, it's juice, you will definitely like it."
Sitting in front of the bar was a little loli with green hair. She stared at the glass of juice with wide eyes, shaking her head like a rattle, "Don't squeak, I want to drink squeak."
With a puffed face, Xiao Li was about to reach out and push the goblet back, but...reach out, reach out, reach out again.
She can't get enough!
Xiao Li was even more annoyed, and leaned forward, trying to shorten the distance between her palm and the goblet, but when she pushed her legs hard, her body swayed and she almost didn't fall.
She couldn't kick the ground, and her short legs could only sway in the air. She looked directly at the glass of juice, and felt that the goblet was full of malice.
'And this woman! ’
She glared at the lady boss.
Lorraine looked at Xiao Li's bulging face, like an angry hamster... Bamboo rat, smiled even more happily, "Minors should drink juice honestly, this is for your own good."
"I'm not squeak, I'm an adult squeak!"
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When Storm Chief Moustache walked into the bar, it was like stepping into another world.
This night bar is very delicately furnished, and in an instant, he has a feeling of returning to the pre-apocalyptic world.
As soon as he came in, he was also attracted by Lorraine, who was also a performer in front of the bar. He couldn't help but come to the bar, straightened his neckline, and made a self-confessed elegant smile, "A glass of whisky."
Before the end of the world, when he went to the bar, most of the time he ordered whisky. At this time, the words blurted out, and it was not until he finished speaking that the mustache turned red and realized that he had made a mistake.
It's the end of the world, and food is extremely scarce. How many people are willing to brew it into wine. At this time, it is good to have a sip of wine. When he was in Hengcheng, most of the time he drank coarse barley wine. For a shelter like Yin, the requirements should not be too high.
He quickly changed his mind, "What kind of wine do you have here, just give me a drink."
"Whatever? Expensive and cheap? No whiskey?"
"Anything will do, wait..."
Moustache watched the waiter hand over the wine list. The common names of drinks before the end of the world can be seen here. He looked at the price on the back. It was not expensive. I rubbed my eyes twice.
However, there are also expensive ones. Some drinks whose names he doesn't recognize are quite expensive. Dozens of Yuanjing, or even hundreds of Yuanjing, can be seen in this wine list.
Inexplicably, he didn't think it was bluffing, but the drinks themselves had high value.
"Still, um, a glass of whiskey." Mustache dared not mess around.
A few others followed suit, and they didn't try to order those expensive alcohol. They came to the bar, and in addition to drinking, they also planned to take a side view and learn the details of the shade shelter.
Moustache paid Yuanjing, and after a waiter counted it, he handed him a few small tickets.
These small tickets are very thin, but the texture is extremely hard, the whole body is translucent, and there are only five, ten, twenty... This kind of simple digital information.
"This is?"
"It's the common currency of our shelter, whether it's spending or trading with other survivors."
not far away,
Xiao Li, who was also sitting in front of the bar, finally got a cup of margarita after some struggle.
When she saw a few people with a mustache paying for it, she quickly took out a card with purple stripes inscribed in her pocket, "If you pay, you won't drink your wine for nothing, squeak!"
Lorraine did not refuse, took the card and swiped it, and handed it over.
A few mustaches who witnessed this scene were even more confused, "What is that? Could it be that your bar still has a membership card system?"
Are you doing business like this?
The waiter shook his head, "Oh, that's not it, it's a card for our shelter, and not everyone can handle it."
Several people:"[_?]"
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