A small little bar on the corner of a street named “the lost treasure” where most would expect men to bring their dates to get them liquored up to finish the date with a good memory or simply for people who have had a shitty day to drown their sorrows and find happiness at the end of a bottle, this was not one of those bars. This was a bar where you could always find a good friend in the form of the easy going bartender and owner of the small pub. No one really knows where this man came from, he seemed to have come out of nowhere bringing alcohol and happiness to the customers. He was always there to give a mug of beer and good atmosphere making the bar visitors feel just at home, however if you started trouble he used the feared “bartender Hell strength” to make the transgressor regret his mistake.
Inside the quaint bar you can find it partially empty except for the bartender behind the counter drying a mug while listening to his late staying customers still enjoying their drinks and the occasional joke told by one them. Besides his reputation of being a kind soul, the bartender certainly did not look the part. Standing at an imposing six feet even with an imposing build, dark skinned, broad shouldered, a striking goatee, and a bald head wearing dime store clothes. Besides his general appearance his customers saw behind this and greatly appreciated the man for his kind personality and sincerity.
Looking at the clock and seeing the time the bartender gained a small smile and turned to his laughing customers while one was grumbling about something, no doubt the man was complaining about his wife like always and his friends made some jokes at his expense
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...didn’t Michael simply sighed
“I think you can share just one drink with me on my birthday can’t you?” he asked with a smirk
Jenny continued to be resilient about drinking the liquor but eventually gave in and raised the glass to Michael’s and made them clink and each took a big gulp of their drinks..
Jenny gagged at the bitter but smooth taste but Michael drank it easy with a happy smile once he finished and couldn’t help but laugh at the grossed out face his friend made. Jenny simply responded with raising her middle finger at him causing him to laugh even more and then refilling Jenny’s glass with tea once he cleared the vodka from it.
Jenny smiled gratefully at this and started drinking to replace the horrible taste in her mouth. Thus was how the two old friends spent the rest of the night, sharing drinks and conversing of the better days in their pasts.
One week after Lennie's death, George sits in the dark corner of a bar. The room is all but empty and dead silent. All the windows are shut, through the small openings come beams of dull light that barely illuminate the room. George stares at his glass with an expressionless face, but a heavy sadness in his eyes. The bartender comes towards him and asks if he would like something else to drink.
drunk and asks the waiter to complement the singer. This is a show of his
This one night at Greasy Lake wasn’t as typical as the other nights. A series of events happen at Greasy Lake that would change the narrator character after all. First after just throwing “two dozen raw eggs at mailboxes and hitchhikers” (par 4) the narrator friend Digby decides to play a practical joke on, what looks like someone he knows car, by leaning on the horn and turning the high beams on to t...
“If only ya’ had listen’d” George whispered as tears swelled in his eyes. Slim looked away and shouted at an elderly man who worked at the bar and was cleaning down tables. “Two whiskey’s please.”
In the story, '"A Clean Well-Lighted Place," by Ernest Hemingway, the younger waiter is a foil for both the older waiter and the old man who comes to drink in the café. The older waiter is concerned for the old man who has tried to kill himself. He understands that there are many lonely people who need a safe, well-lighted place to escape loneliness at night.
They fell into a long silence. Sam finished his beer. Antonello’s second glass of wine sat untouched. They turned to watch the chef in his checked pants and white jacket leaning across the pool table, the cue aimed at a ball in the far corner, he was completely focused on the game, taking his time, shifting to the right and then back, and then again, as if nothing else existed. It took him three shots to finish the game. The barman laughed, ‘At this rate I’ll still be paying for your drinks into the next
Sam and Chellani are at the bar throwing back shots one after the other racing to see who could get a buzz first. So far they had guzzled down a whole bottle of whiskey and were now consuming vodka. Both of them hated vodka but It was the only way to break their year long tie. Sam threw up twice between the transition of alcoholic beverages, but Chellani remained unfazed. Grillby, the bartender, watched the two hardheads closely everytime they walked into the bar. If they were with friends, usually they would both drink one beer then turn to sweet tea later. When they arrived in matching t-shirts along with handfuls of cash, that meant Grillby needed to hide the whiskey. Grillby was the so called “referee” for the two and was also one of their
After the wife left to get Robert from the train station and returned, the two men were properly introduced. The husband at that point was lost for words and was not sure on what to say, after saying rude stuff earlier to his wife about the blind. After getting comfortable the husband offered Robert a drink, and after seeing what Robert likes he was a bit surprised about his choice in drink when he said “Bub, I’m a Scotch man myself.” And it even got him when he offered a tab or water to go with his drink. While they shared a drink, ate dinner, and then ended up back on the sofa they soon begin to watch television until the wife left to go upstairs to change. Little did the husband know him and Robert were going to have another bonding moment. When he asked Robert if he wanted to smoke dope with him, to his surprise Robert was up for trying it. He did not realize how laid back Robert could be. He did not know that the blind could have a fun side to them. When the wife came back down she was worried at first as to why her husband would offer that until she realized Robert had no problem with this at all. While they smoked and the wife soon fell asleep Robert and the husband began to come to a true bonding
need for a drink at the local bar. Reading the story, the reader can almost visualize
In the small town of Charleston, an older, lonely man sits at the bar in a Diner. A young couple sat at the other end drinking coffee. The woman was dressed nice in a pretty red dress and the man looking dapper with his blue suit and hat. The older man is a regular at this diner. He arrives at the same time, sits on the same stool, and is always dressed nice as if he were about to meet someone. He never did though. The waiter knows the older man by name and says, "Hey Hopper, anything new today or just the same old, same old?" whenever he would walk in. Hopper would just shrug his shoulders as usual and sit on his stool. He looks at the couple at the end of the bar and nods, while waiting for the waiter to get him his usual drink, milkshake. The woman looks and smiles and then proceeds to watch all that is going on; not much at all.
In John Collier’s short story “The Chaser”, the title has a significant meaning, which means “a mild drink taken after hard liquor.” The significant meaning of this word is common throughout the scenario. In the story, a young fellow, Alan Austen, is energy infatuated with a young lady who is certainly not interested in him, goes to the foundation of a strange old man who has an unusual job in selling “magic potions.” He is edgy for her friendship, buys the potion without seeing the old man’s insight about all the more dangerous item and costly item he will definitely return for at a later date. Through this like-thing quality in use of sudden, surprising biting humor, the author portrays the power relationship between men and women in the story.
The first time Jenny made a home visit to Mr. Collett, he offered her a glass of tea that had dirt and debris floating in it. Jenny returned that night to drink some wine and eat some crackers with Mr. Collett and when Jenny went to pour the wine for the two of them she found an invitation for a veteran reunion. Jenny asked Mr. Collett if he was planning on attending the reunion and was shocked by his answer, no. Although Jenny still had a feeling of disgust due to Mr. Collett’s living condition she volunteered to take him to the veteran reunion and from that day on she grew very fond of Mr. Collett. When Mr. Collett had to move out of his flat Jenny continued to visit him in his new home and she visited him when he was in the hospital for a double amputation of his legs where he died as well. In these two particular situations, with Pearl and Joe, Jenny experienced conditions she did not even know existed. Since she had never experienced these conditions she at first showed the patients the shock and horror on her face and this offended the two patients. The people during this time period expected the nurses to be very polite, caring, selfless, willing and nonjudgmental. With Peal, Jenny earned her trust and satisfaction by providing her with the Epsom salt and calling her a heroine which changed her mind about the nurse. Mr. Collett was first shocked by the
As I entered the pub, I noticed business was usual, that is, both the dinner side and bar side were at capacity. I quickly walked pass the waitresses and entered the bar area, which was completely packed. There were people eating dinner, watching sports, playing on the billiard table, and of course, sitting at and around the bar drinking and laughing. I walked around the bar trying to locate a table for myself, but they were all occupied. I stood there for a minute or so regretting my decision to conduct observations at the Pub at the beginning of a weekend. Finally, after a short awkward wait, a table opened up in the corner of the bar, so I rushed over and got a seat.
The younger waiter thinks he 's pathetic and asks him to leave. The Older waiter sympathizes with him and believes a clean well lighted place makes someone feel better than being in a dark loud bar. In this story the older waiter is going against the world by saying sometimes people need a break from the rest of the world. Loneliness/depression in a huge factor in the story. The older man Refers the Cafe as the opposite of a bar he can sit at all night and drink. He believes it 's cleaningness gives it a vibe of clarity and light. In an article by Dr. Martin Roth he explains how environment can help improve a person 's depression in older age. Elders who live alone and care for themselves develop a sense of feeling isolated. Being in a happy environment with other people who are happy and seem content can bring themselves to adapt to their mood. In this story the character looks at going against the world as themselves. Doing whatever it is that makes them feel better and content with themselves. Surrounding himself in positive surrounding he feels comfortable
	Lastly, there is the old waiter. He is some where around the age of the old man that sat at the table. He definitely feels for the man at the table because he knows what it is like to be old and lonely. The waiter says, "I am of those who like to stay late at the café, with all those who do not want to go to bed. With all those who need a light for the night." The waiter knows that the café/bar is a very nice place for people at night, especially the old, because it is clean and well lit. He says, "Each night I am reluctant to close up because there may be someone who needs the café.