Fair-Rose Louverture

If you play your cards right and become friends with the bar staff, it’s not at all unusual to eventually ask your bartender out on a date.

Courtney Lane has the mouth of a sailor but the eyes of a seductress. I’ve never met such a gentle giant in such a small frame who dropped as many F-bombs.

It’s hard to explain the sound a cocktail shaker makes when ice smashes back and forth between its metallic walls. It’s a sexy crackling noise that heightens all the senses, a sedated mini-explosion being muffled in a small object held with two hands.

The Mixologist is a species all its on.

The perfect first date for a bartender involves bowling, beer, Netflix, and a nightcap; it honestly is that simple.

This is a list I’ve compiled of the sh*t people say to bartenders and what bartenders want to secretly say back.

“Last Call”: You don’t have to go home, but you do have to get your ass the hell up out of here.

For Female Customers Who Want To Pick Up A Male Bartender: So you are at the bar with your homegirls and you and the ladies have already ordered your drinks. This is where we’ll start.

I believe the definition of “grey” is to give an individual as much of yourself as you can without overly extending yourself at the end of the day.

The one topic that I will say is generally off limits but is always up for play is sex.

The answer is simply no.

“You ever hear your bartender say that the blender is broken? Ten times out of ten the blender isn’t actually broken.”