My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Boom."

The small copper bell on the door frame was hit and made a crisp sound.

Ethan let go of his hand, and the red wooden framed glass door went back.

It's not yet time to drink. There are only one or two customers in the tavern. There are a few tables on the left and a bar on the right. There are a dazzling array of wine bottles on the cabinets and rows of crystal glasses hanging high.

When the light shines on it, it looks very crystal clear.

"welcome."

Behind the bar, a female bartender wearing a plaid shirt raised her head: "Sit anywhere you want."

Ethan walked to the bar, pulled out a high stool and sat down.

"Any recommendations?"

He glanced around the tavern and then looked at the attractive female bartender with short blond hair in front of him. She was in her forties and had some wrinkles on her face.

"Manhattan."

When the female bartender saw Ethan's appearance, she immediately smiled: "My skills are pretty good."

"Okay, please."

Ethan looked at the price on the wine list, took a photo of the change and went out: "No need to look for it."

Taking out his mobile phone, there was a follow-up message from Rusek. Oscar had just come out of home and was now in a bar with a few friends. There was nothing unusual.

She replied casually and turned off the screen of her phone.

"Your wine."

The female bartender brought over a large glass of Manhattan and carefully placed it on the bar: "This must be your first time here. With your appearance, if I have been here before, I will definitely remember it."

"Thanks."

Ethan picked up the Manhattan cocktail, which was mainly made with whiskey, and took a sip: "It tastes really good."

"Actually, you're overestimating me. My appearance is just ordinary."

"Hahaha."

Such a simple sentence made the female bartender laugh: "Do you know?"

"I have a daughter who is very beautiful."

"Boom."

The bell rang, and the front door was pushed open again.

The female bartender's mind was on Ethan, and she continued to smile happily: "My daughter likes men like you. Do you need me to give you her phone number?"

Later, Irene's nails almost dug into the palm of her hand.

She walked over expressionlessly, looking at the female bartender intently, her earlobes a touch of bright red.

"Hey, Erin."

Only then did the female bartender notice the person coming in from behind, and she put down the white towel in her hand in surprise.

"Bonnie."

Erin responded calmly, and anyone could hear the alienation in her tone.

Naturally, the female bartender could understand. She grabbed the towel tightly: "Please, you don't even want to call me mom?"

"Gudu."

Ethan raised his hand and swallowed the cocktail in the glass.

"Do me a favor."

Erin's voice was trembling as she spoke. She found a piece of paper from her pocket and slapped it on the bar with a cold expression: "If you have anything to do in the future, please don't call the police station again."

"This is my email address. If you have anything, just email me."

After speaking, she turned around and walked outside.

"Eileen."

This Bonnie shouted loudly again: "I'm getting married, I just want you to know."

"Congratulations."

Erin turned back and looked at her coldly: "Next time something like this happens, just send me an email."

After saying the next sentence, she strode out of the tavern.

"Feel sorry."

Bonnie awkwardly held the small piece of paper and said to Ethan beside her, "I'm telling you a joke."

"The wine is good."

Ethan took a sip and put the empty glass down.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the bar and stood up to leave.

It turned out that this blond middle-aged woman was Irene's mother, the one who never cared about her family and never took care of her.

His face is quite kind, but you really can’t tell.

After walking out of the tavern, lighting a cigarette, he walked a few meters further and came to the side of the gray Dodge.

"Thanks."

Erin scratched her ears and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to go to Molly's Bar for a drink?"

"no problem."

Ethan waved, chewed his cigarette and nodded.

Morley's Bar, corner.

On a small table, there were two glasses of bourbon and a small plate of various nuts.

The light yellow light illuminates the whiskey into amber.

"Just like you heard."

After drinking three glasses of whiskey in succession, Irene's face turned red and she breathed out a breath of alcohol: "The woman just now is my biological mother."

"Um."

Ethan picked up a cashew nut and threw it into his mouth, sipping it slowly.

"She's always been like this, never changed."

Erin gritted her teeth and said: "Until she needs family affection, until she thinks of me, she suddenly contacts me, what do you think of me!"

"bump."

She punched the table hard and said angrily, "A special toy?"

"When she needs it, she can play with it."

"If you don't need it anymore, just throw it aside."

Erin picked up the cup and drank the whiskey in a big gulp: "Have you ever seen such a person?"

Ethan waved his palm to brush away the wine spilled on the table.

He drank all the whiskey with Irene, and then waved to the waiter to continue serving wine.

"When I was a child, every time I saw her, she was either completely drunk or so high that she forgot who she was." Erin looked at the wine glass and said silently: "In winter, there is no heating."

"I could only huddle in the corner of the room, watching her lying on the floor, watching her vomiting all over her body."

"For a moment, I even wished she would freeze to death."

"Or, disappear quietly into a certain sewer in the city."

Irene raised her head and grinned: "But every few years, she will always jump out of a certain corner of my life like a cockroach and mess me up."

The smile was bright, but there was a trace of tears in his eyes.

Ethan grabbed her hand and said nothing, just gently rubbed the back of Irene's hand with his thumb.

I have indeed seen such a person.

She is simply the female version of Frank, equally irresponsible, an alcoholic and a drug addict, who only brings trouble to the Gallagher family, and spends his whole life thinking about cheating and cheating.

"Actually, you still take her to heart."

After the waiter brought the wine, Ethan let go of her hand, grabbed some walnut kernels and put them in his hand: "Otherwise, you wouldn't have asked me to come over."

"You won't be so excited, right?"

Throwing the walnut kernels into his mouth one by one, Ethan looked at the silent Erin.

True despair has no words.

Just leave quietly, like a stranger.

In fact, Erin is similar to Fiona. No matter what torture she has experienced, no matter how angry she is, deep down in her heart, she still treats Frank and Bonnie as family.

People like Frank and Bonnie exploit their psychological flaws.

Like dog skin plaster, it sticks on from time to time.

"call."

Erin shook her head and said with a wry smile: "I'm sorry for letting you hear these terrible things." (End of Chapter)