#bartenderly

[kiminori1973]

今夜はお勉強のため青山へ。 肥土さんと宮崎さんから伺う生のお話は、 ウイスキーへの接し方やBARへの向き合いとか、参考にしたいな、と。 試飲も美味しゅうございました！ #肥土伊知郎 #ベンチャーウイスキー #イチローズモルト #宮崎優子 #bartenderly #バーテンダリー (ＮＨＫカルチャー（ＮＨＫ文化センター）) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClJQoXTBVpE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#肥土伊知郎 #ベンチャーウイスキー #イチローズモルト #宮崎優子 #bartenderly #バーテンダリー

[pixeldolly]

Hinata wanted to put her restless night behind her, with its disturbing dreams of deep places devoid of light and air, and that presence clawing, grasping for her, gurgling unintelligible words from a waterlogged throat.

Coming to terms with her father's death had not been easy, and in many ways Hinata wasn't there yet, but imagining that he was at peace, in Toomo's embrace, had been a source of comfort.

The possibility that may not actually be true was too awful to contemplate.

To take her mind off it, and since it was nearly the weekend, Hinata accepted Miko's offer for an outing at the local karaoke bar.

A nice, chill, stress-free evening.

Akari Hiwatari had been sitting at the bar since early that afternoon, downing one glass after another. As the evening wore on, the famous artist's mood soured by the hour, to the point where the other patrons had started giving her a wide berth.

Chiyo Nagata wasn't sure if it was the attitude, or the alcohol fumes rising off her which were putting people off the most.

A: "Pour me 'nother one of those. Then leave the bottle."

Chiyo bit her lip.

C: "I'm not sure you should be drinking any more right now, Hiwatari-sensei. How about I get you a nice, big glass of water -"

A: "Spare me the bartenderly concern and just get me my drink!"

C: "I'm sorry, sensei, but I reserve the right to refuse service to anyone who comes in here."

"Listen, I'm just trying to look out for you."

Pah! Sanctimonious little bitch - if this wasn't the only place to drink on this fucking island, I wouldn't have to put up with this bullshit!

Akari was very drunk, and angry enough to punch a wall.

#sims 2 #ts2 #the sims 2 #sims2 #nekojima #nekojima neighborhood #hinata mori #miko utagawa #chiyo nagata #akari hiwatari #tw: alcholism

[glitteratti]

its the mid 18th century or whenever saloons were popular. open on the doors to some dusty old saloon or whatever. high noon. the camera moves inside and you can see the bar is full of patrons all doing patron-esque type things. the camera pans around the room for a few seconds. suddenly, the doors swing open and someone steps in. the entire saloon goes quiet as our mystery patron walks up to the bar, staring the bartender down from underneath the brim of their hat.

“what’ll it be, bud,” the bartender drawls, all bartenderly like he does to anyone. but there’s a hint of suspicion. mistrust.

the mystery patron is silent for some time, and you can see the other patrons getting uneasy. one puts their hand down to their holster and rests their hand on their pistol, ready to shoot at any second.

finally, our mystery patron speaks. “one tall glass of respect women juice, please”

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