My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Welcome to Erebor."

After sitting down on a high stool, a tall white male bartender walked up to him and threw a white towel over his shoulders: "Want something to drink?"

Ethan knocked on the bar: "Two Manhattans, please. Thank you."

"Ok, no problem."

The male bartender picked up the mixing flask, poured whiskey, sweet vermouth, and Angostura bitters into it, and began to mix: "I've never seen you before. Is this your first time here?"

Ethan saw someone smoking in the bar and took out the cigarette case:

"Excuse me, is this your bartender's uniform opening statement?"

"Ha ha."

The male bartender smiled and said, "You always have to find something to talk about, right?"

When Ethan lit up his cigarette and the Manhattan was mixed, the male bartender pushed two glasses of wine in front of him.

"This cup is yours."

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

"cough."

The male bartender coughed lightly and whispered awkwardly:

"I'm straight."

The male bartender was wearing a black T-shirt. He had a strong figure and a black slicked back hair. He looked a little handsome.

But the way he looks at people is really bad.

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

"Feel sorry."

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

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

"Long day, huh?"

The male bartender drank all the wine with him, and then stared at his pocket eagerly: "Introduce yourself, my name is Kevin."

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

"Give me a beer, please."

"Absolutely no problem."

Seeing the several hundred dollars inside, Kevin smiled and picked up an empty cup.

He walked to the beer machine and gave Ethan a full glass of beer: "Sorry, it's just that these days, we always encounter bastards who evade the bill, and there's nothing we can do about it."

Ethan took the beer, pulled the nut basket next to him, and drank it one sip after another.

Today was indeed a long day, and with Julie's death, he felt a little depressed, and unknowingly drank four or five glasses of beer.

At this time, someone sat down next to me.

When the male bartender Kevin saw the visitor, he threw his towel on the bar and said dissatisfied:

"Frank, let's pay for your drink."

Ethan glanced to the side and saw an old white man wearing a denim jacket and messy hair.

Rosacea is particularly 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 is paid, I will pay off the drink money as soon as possible."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Kevin put his hands on the bar and stared at the old white man unceremoniously:

“No cash, no beer.”

“For God’s sake, where are all the friendly people from before?”

The old man with rosacea scratched his messy hair: "Can't you have a little sympathy?"

"to you?"

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

"Gudu."

Ethan just in time to drink all the beer in the cup.

"clatter."

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

"Hey, I've never met you."

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

Although he is said to be an old man, he should actually be less than fifty years old.

It's just his poor appearance and wrinkled face that make him look older.

"I'll give you a suggestion."

Kevin put the beer in front of Ethan with a serious look: "Don't pay attention to him."

"Look at what you said."

Frank glanced at Kevin dissatisfied, then smiled and said to Ethan: "Sorry, I just made you laugh."

"Single father, terrible life."

"How did you know I just arrived in Chicago?" Ethan asked, raising his eyebrows as he took a sip of beer.

Frank followed his drinking motion and swallowed.

"Let me take a look at you."

Frank looked him up and down, nodded and said: "Sleek clothes, no sadness on his face, he is obviously not used to the environment here."

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

"Not a good idea."

Frank's words had an inexplicable appeal, and the way he shook his head reminded Ethan of those drunk men who talked about state affairs every day.

It was obvious that he was strapped for cash.

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

"make a deal."

Frank quickly nodded in agreement. He pushed his messy hair back, and then rubbed his hands nervously:

"Pennsylvania?"

"Kevin."

Ethan greeted the male bartender: "Bring him a beer. You saw my car parked outside, right?"

"I warned you." Kevin shook his head and picked up an empty wine glass.

"Yeah~"

Frank excitedly slapped the bar with both hands. When the beer was pushed in front of him, he picked up the cup as if he had found it and took a big sip with squinted eyes.

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

"Yes, thank you, my friend."

"Life as a single father is difficult, 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 clinked his glass with him in admiration.

"That's right."

Frank nodded heavily: "A man takes on the responsibility of his family and works hard to raise his children."

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

"Sounds like that." 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 deceived.

Most of what Jiu Mengzi said was probably true, but he didn't care. He just wanted to trick him into drinking a few drinks.

I don’t lack the money for drinks, so it would be nice to have a drinking companion at this time.

"It doesn't matter."

Ethan smiled at Kevin, then reached out and took the wine rack with the bullet cup next to him.

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

“Pour it all in bourbon.”

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

Frank's eyes were shining even more, and the beer in his hand no longer smelled good.

"Here,"

Ethan took out the money and handed it to Kevin: "No need to look for it."

"Thanks."

Kevin smiled from ear to ear. He quickly took the money and calculated that there was still more than twenty dollars left in the tip.

As the glasses of whiskey were filled, Frank's eyes shone even brighter.

Ethan picked up the wine glass and smelled the aroma.

He sipped the whiskey and sucked it into his mouth.