It was surrounded by a large, empty area, and only this bar stood there, with neon lights flashing …
Such an environment was originally a bit lonely, but from time to time came the sound of conversation, adding a bit of vitality to the place.
The bar was even more lively. It was still early at this time, but more than half of the seats in the bar were occupied. Some people quietly sipped their drinks, but more people were talking loudly, venting the pressure accumulated throughout the day.
The Night Bar had just opened, but the business was beyond imagination.
There was no nightlife in the doomsday. In the past, some powerful and wealthy hunters would choose to go to the training camp to vent their stress. However, this was only a small number of people. Most people had nothing to do after dark.
In the past, even eating was an extravagant hope for survivors. They didn't have so much energy to think about other things. However, with the development of the shelter, life was not the same. There's a saying that when you're full, you want to have sex. But if you want to have sex, you need to have sex with someone.
Didn't you see that the ratio of men and women in the shelter was seriously out of balance?
Especially those girls, many of them had entered the logistics and medical departments. These two departments were popular, and they could get close contact with the two goddesses of the shelter. It was said that when the logistics and medical departments recruited, a lot of perverts tried to squeeze in, but without exception, they were all turned away.
This led to the two departments only recruiting women. The survivors they saw every day were all a group of rough men.
In the end, they could only continue to carry bricks with these shirtless, sweaty men.
The emergence of the Night Bar was a ray of light in the dark for survivors. The price of the drinks was also cheap, and most survivors could afford it.
The awakened ones were no exception. Sometimes, they could scavenge some alcohol from the wild and save it to drink slowly. However, how could it compare to the atmosphere of a bar where they could chat and brag to others? Some of the awakened ones with mediocre strength could feel the reverence of ordinary people here.
They felt comfortable in their hearts.
What attracted these survivors more was the bar's proprietress.
The proprietress stood behind the bar, shaking the bottle with one hand and pouring ingredients into a goblet with the other.
Her brown hair was tied up and tied behind her head. As she moved, her ponytail swayed left and right, and her chest rose and fell, attracting the attention of most of the male survivors.
She was good-looking and had a good figure. She even stood behind the bar as a bartender, which was easily seen by them.
This alone increased the bar's turnover by at least 30%.
However, these people did not dare to look directly at her. They could only observe her from the corner of their eyes. No one was stupid enough to stand out and tease her. After all, to be able to open a bar here before the commercial district was built, even using the lower half of your body to think, you would know that there must be some unspeakable transactions between friends.
The truth was almost the same.
When Lorraine was summoned and found out that the territory didn't even have a bar, she insisted that the lord build one for her.
For this, she naturally paid the price. Before she even received her salary, she was already in debt.
She was the owner of the Night Bar and the chief bartender here.
She was serious about mixing drinks.
"Being a bartender is my job. Sniper? It's just a part-time job! "
Lorraine used her beautiful bartending skills and pushed a goblet of liquid to the opposite side. "Little Kuri, here, this is for you. It's juice. You will like it."
A little loli with green hair sat in front of the bar. She stared at the glass of juice with her eyes wide open and shook her head like a rattle. "Don't squeak, I want to drink, squeak."
Little Kuri puffed up her face and reached out to push the goblet back, but … she reached out, reached out, and reached out again.
She couldn't reach it!
Little Kuri was even more annoyed. She leaned forward, trying to shorten the distance between her palm and the goblet. Her legs exerted force, but her body swayed and she almost fell.
She couldn't step on the ground, so her short legs could only keep swaying in the air. Her eyes stared straight at the glass of juice, feeling that the goblet was full of malice.
"And this woman!"
She glared at the proprietress.
Lorraine looked at Little Kuri's puffed up face, like an angry hamster … bamboo rat. She laughed even more happily. "Minors should drink juice, this is for your own good."
"I'm not squeak, I'm an adult squeak!"
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Storm's leader, the mustached man, walked into the bar. It was like walking into another world.
This night bar was exquisitely decorated. In an instant, he felt like he had returned to the time before the doomsday.
As soon as he came in, he was also attracted by Lorraine's bartending skills. He couldn't help but come to the bar, straightened his collar, and made a self-proclaimed elegant smile. "A glass of whiskey."
Before the doomsday, most of the time when he went to a bar, he ordered whiskey. At this time, he blurted out this sentence. Until he finished speaking, the mustached man's old face blushed and realized that he had made a mistake.
In the doomsday, food was extremely scarce. How many people were willing to brew wine? In this period, it was good to have a sip of wine. When he was in Hengcheng, most of the time, he drank coarse ale. Coming to a shelter like Tree Shade, he couldn't ask for too much.
He quickly changed his words, "What kind of wine do you have here? Just give me a glass."
"Anything? Expensive or cheap? You don't want whiskey? "
"Anything is fine. Wait …"
The mustached man looked at the wine list that the waiter handed over. The common wine names before the doomsday could be seen here. He looked at the price at the back. It wasn't expensive. A glass of whiskey was less than 1 spirit stone. It was so cheap that he rubbed his eyes twice.
However, there were also expensive drinks that he couldn't recognize. The price was quite high. Dozens of spirit stones, even hundreds of spirit stones for a glass could be seen on this wine list.
Inexplicably, he didn't think it was a bluff, but those drinks themselves were expensive.
"Well, a glass of whiskey." The mustached man didn't dare to order randomly.
The others followed suit and didn't try those expensive wines. They came to the bar. In addition to drinking, they also planned to learn more about the Tree Shade Shelter.
The mustached man paid the spirit stones. After the waiter counted it, he handed him a few tickets.
These tickets were very thin, but the texture was extremely hard. The whole body was translucent, with only 5, 10, 20 … these simple numbers.
"This is?"
"This is the common currency of our shelter. Whether it's for consumption or trading with other survivors, it's all acceptable."
Not far away.
Oguri, who was also sitting in front of the bar, finally got a glass of margarita after some struggle. She sipped the glass and drank it very well.
When she saw the mustached man and the others paying, she quickly took out a card engraved with purple stripes from her pocket, "Pay up. Squeak, I won't drink your wine for free, squeak!"
Lorraine didn't refuse. She took the card and swiped it, then handed it over.
The mustached man and the others who witnessed this scene were even more confused, "What's that? Don't tell me your bar has a membership card system?"
They're so good at doing business!
The waiter shook his head, "Oh, that's not it. That's our shelter's card. Not everyone can apply for it."
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