All the Guardians, like me and Sean, your bartender friend in that pub where we met, lost our magic.
He was a bartender where my daughter frequents.
Yully squeezed her eyes closed, relieved the bartender wasn't buried in her backyard with the others.
"I like a place with an 'oops' bartender," Dean said as their margueritas were served.
Oops. You know, a bartender who fills the glass so high it spills over on the napkin and he has to say 'oops'?
A nosy bartender told me Ginger was expecting something a bit more lasting than her attorney had to offer.
Saluting the bartender with her glass, she started to move away when a warm hand on her forearm stopped her.
The shout went unnoticed until the panicked bartender grabbed the mike of the lead rocker.
The bartender should be here any minute.
That must be the bartender and waitresses.
She was talking to the two waitresses and the bartender when he caught up.
I think we're in good shape, Jackson, get them drinks, the bartender should be here soon.
They had almost finished their drinks when the pretty bartender leaned over, a little closer than necessary, displaying her ample cleavage.
They made their way to the back of the bar where the bartender stood as if waiting for a bus.
The only customers were two paint-splattered workmen arguing baseball with the bartender, an overweight bald man in a wrinkled apron.
Neither of the customers nor the bartender had so much as noticed him leave his seat.
The bartender let out a yell and one of the painters knocked his beer flying as he turned to the commotion.
Fred was still hanging on to the trashcan when the bartender, two painters and Dean, still nursing his head and his elbow, reached him.