Sтερнαη arrived at the bar, a little late because the stops on the street to greet his friends and other people. A huge party at the bar and having him as an owner. He drove to the bartender, the music played in the background at a high volume. He had no mood to party but he couldn’t lose his own party made by him, is also a good escape to feel better, be drunk, make out.
❝ I want a bottle of vodka and a round of booze, vodka is stronger than you have, will be on my own chérie.❞
He said sympathetically as he looked at the beautiful and young bartender, natural parisian accent in his voice.
Sitting gently in his chair in her front, a warm and friendly smile crept on his lips.
The leather jacket was open, a short-sleeved silk shirt underneath, black jeans. Stylish as always.