My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 401 The Embarrassed Wine Mengzi
"Welcome to Alabama."

Sitting down on a high stool, a tall white male bartender walked up to him and threw a white towel over his shoulder: "What do you want to drink?"

Ethan knocked on the bar: "Two glasses of Manhattan, thank you."

"Ok, no problem."

The male bartender picked up the shaker, poured whiskey, sweet vermouth, and Angostura bitters into it, and began to mix: "I haven't seen you before, is this the first time?"

Ethan saw someone smoking in the bar, so he also took out the cigarette case:
"Excuse me, is this the unified opening remark of your bartenders?"

"Haha."

The male bartender smiled and said, "You have to find something to talk about, don't you?"

After Ethan lit his cigarette, Manhattan also made the mix, and the male bartender pushed two glasses of wine in front of him.

"This cup is yours."

Ethan pushed one of the glasses back and picked up the remaining one.

"cough."

The male bartender coughed lightly, and whispered in embarrassment:
"I'm straight."

The male bartender was wearing a black T-shirt. He was muscular and had a black curly hair. He looked a little handsome.

But looking at people's eyes, it's too bad.

Ethan knocked on the bar counter depressedly: "I'm not crooked at all."

"Feel sorry."

The male bartender quickly picked up the wine glass and said with a smile, "I misunderstood."

Ethan clinked glasses with him and drank the cocktail in one gulp.

"Long day, right?"

The male bartender drank the wine with him, and then stared at his pocket: "Let me introduce myself, my name is Kevin."

Ethan understood what he meant, took out the wallet from his pocket, and opened it to him.

"Give me a beer, thanks."

"Absolutely no problem."

Seeing the hundreds of dollars inside, Kevin picked up an empty glass with a smile.

He walked to the beer machine and took a full glass of beer for Ethan: "Sorry, but this year, we can always meet bastards who evade orders, and we can't help it."

Ethan took the beer, pulled the nut basket next to him, and drank it one sip at a time.

Today was indeed a long day, and with the death of Julie, he also felt a little depressed, and he drank four or five glasses of beer before he knew it.

At this time, someone sat down next to him.

The male bartender Kevin saw the person coming, threw the towel on the bar, and said dissatisfiedly:

"Frank, let's settle your drink bill."

Ethan glanced to the side and found that it was an old white man in a denim jacket with messy hair.

The rosacea is very obvious, and the whole person looks like a dick.

"Please."

Frank, the old white man sitting next to him, spread his hands: "Kevin, we are neighbors, so we should take care of each other. When my compensation comes, I will pay for the sake as soon as possible."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Kevin put his hands on the bar and stared at the old white man unceremoniously:
"Without cash, there is no beer."

"My God, where are all the nice people from before?"

The old man with a rosy nose scratched his messy hair: "Can't you have a little compassion?"

"to you?"

The male bartender Kevin folded his arms and shook his head decisively: "Not at all."

"Gudu."

Just in time for the meeting, Ethan drank all the beer in the glass.

"clatter."

He snapped his fingers crisply and pushed the cup forward: "Have another cup, thank you."

"Hey, I've never met you."

The old white man brushed his messy hair back and looked at Ethan: "My name is Frank, are you a tourist in Chicago?"

Said to be an old man, but in fact his age should be less than 50 years old.

It's just that bad looks and wrinkled face that make him look older.

"I have a suggestion for you."

Kevin put the beer in front of Ethan with a serious face: "Don't talk to him."

"Look at what you said."

Frank glanced at Kevin with dissatisfaction, then smiled and said to Ethan, "Sorry, I made you laugh just now."

"Single father, bad life."

"How do you know I just arrived in Chicago?" Ethan asked with raised eyebrows after taking a big sip of beer.

Frank followed his drink and swallowed.

"Let me see you."

Frank looked him up and down, nodded and said: "The bright clothes, no worries on the face, obviously not suitable for the environment here."

"You are either a tourist or you have just arrived in Chicago. Are you here for sightseeing in the South Side?"

"Not a good idea."

This Frank spoke with an inexplicable appeal, coupled with the way he shook his head, reminded Ethan of those drunkards who talked about state affairs every day.

It can be seen that he is very cash-strapped.

Ethan raised his mouth and tapped his fingertips on the bar: "If you can guess where I come from, I'll buy you a glass of beer."

"make a deal."

Frank nodded quickly in agreement, brushed back his messy hair, and rubbed his hands nervously:

"Pennsylvania?"

"Kevin."

Ethan greeted the male bartender: "Give him a glass of beer, you saw my car parked outside, right?"

"I warned you." Kevin shook his head, picking up an empty wine glass.

"Yeah~"

Frank slapped the bar with both hands excitedly, and when the beer was pushed in front of him, he picked up the glass like a treasure, squinted his eyes and took a big swig.

Frank hiccupped comfortably, reached out and patted Ethan on the shoulder:

"Yes, thank you, my friend."

"Life is tough as a single parent and Kevin will never understand how hard it is for me to raise six children by myself."

"Six kids?"

Ethan was a little surprised, and touched the glass with him in admiration.

"Yes."

Frank nodded heavily: "A man who took on his family and worked hard to bring up his children."

"But what can I do, it's my child, right?"

"Sounds like it." Ethan took a sip of beer:
"You are a great father."

"Did God send you here?" Frank waved his hands and said excitedly:

"Finally someone understands me."

At the bar, Kevin coughed heavily and winked at Ethan.

Unexpectedly, the bartender had a good heart and was afraid that he would be tricked.

It is estimated that few of the words that Jiumengzi said are true, but he doesn't care, he just wants to cheat himself with a few glasses of wine.

I don't lack that little wine money, so it's not bad to have a drinking partner at this time.

"It's ok."

Ethan smiled at Kevin, then reached for the wine rack with the shot glass next to it.

He picked up a nut and threw it into his mouth: "Kevin, please."

"Pour it all into bourbon."

"Are you sure?" Kevin asked in surprise, looking at the eighteen empty glasses in the three rows above.

Frank's eyes glowed even more, and the beer in his hand was no longer fragrant.

"Well,"

Ethan took out the money and handed it to Kevin: "You don't need to look for it."

"Thank you."

Kevin grinned from ear to ear, and he took the money quickly, and after calculation, he could get an extra tip of more than 20 dollars.

As the glasses of whiskey were filled, the light in Frank's eyes became even brighter.

Ethan picked up the wine glass and smelled the aroma.

He sips and takes the whiskey in his mouth.

(End of this chapter)