"Welcome to Elleba."

Sitting down on the barstool, a tall white male bartender walked up to him and threw the white towel over his shoulder: "Want something to drink?" ”

Ethan knocked on the bar: "Let's have 2 Manhattans, thank you." ”

"Okay, no problem."

The bartender picked up the flask, poured whiskey, sweet mues, and Angostura bitters into it, and began to mix: "I haven't seen you, is it your first time?" ”

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

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

"Haha."

The bartender laughed, "You always have to talk about something, don't you?" ”

By the time Ethan lit a cigarette and Manhattan had mixed it, the two glasses of wine were pushed in front of him by the male bartender.

"This cup is yours."

Ethan pushed one of the glasses back and picked up the rest.

"Ahem."

The male bartender coughed lightly and whispered awkwardly:

"I'm straight."

The bartender was wearing a black T-shirt, with a muscular figure and a big black back, looking a little handsome.

But looking at people's eyes, it's too bad.

Ethan knocked on the bar in frustration: "I'm not bent." ”

"I'm sorry."

The male bartender hurriedly picked up the wine glass, sneered and said, "I misunderstood." ”

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

"It's been a long day, huh?"

The male bartender drank it down with him, then stared at his pocket with fierce eyes: "Introduce yourself, my name is Kevin." ”

Ethan understood what he meant, took his wallet out of his pocket and opened it for him.

"Serve me a beer, thank you."

"Absolutely."

Seeing the hundreds of dollars inside, Kevin smiled and picked up an empty cup.

He walked over to the beer machine and fetched Ethan a full glass of beer: "I'm sorry, but this year, we always meet bastards who evade orders, and we can't help it." ”

Ethan took the beer, pulled the nut basket next to him, and drank it without taking a sip.

Today is indeed a long day, and with Julie's death, he is also a little depressed, and before he knows it, he has four or five beers in his stomach.

At this time, someone sat down next to him.

Kevin, the male bartender, saw the comer, threw the towel on the bar, and said dissatisfied:

"Frank, settle your drink money."

Ethan glanced to the side and saw that it was an old white man in a denim jacket with messy hair.

Rosacea is particularly noticeable, and the whole person looks like a dick.

"Please."

Frank, the old white man sitting next to him, spread his hands out: "Kevin, we are neighbors, we should take care of each other, and when my compensation comes down, we will settle the wine money as soon as possible." ”

"Don't talk this nonsense."

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

"No cash, no beer."

"God, where are all those friendly people who used to be?"

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

"To you?"

Kevin, the male bartender, clasped his hands to his chest and shook his head categorically: "Not at all." ”

"Goo."

Ethan just in time for the meeting, he drank the beer from his cup.

"Dah."

He snapped his fingers and pushed the cup forward, "One more drink, thank you." ”

"Hey, I've never seen you."

The old white man pulled his messy hair back and looked at Ethan, "My name is Frank, are you a visitor to Chicago?" ”

He said that he was an old man, but in fact he should be less than fifty years old.

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

"Here's a suggestion for you."

Kevin put the beer in front of Ethan with a serious face: "Leave him alone. ”

"Look at what you're saying."

Frank glanced at Kevin dissatisfied, then smiled and said to Ethan, "Sorry for letting you see the joke just now." ”

"Single father, bad life."

"How do you know I've just arrived in Chicago?" Ethan asked with a long sip of beer and an eyebrow.

Frank followed his drinking motion and swallowed a little bit.

"Let me take a look at you."

Frank looked him up and down, nodded and said, "Bright clothes, no sorrow on his face, obviously not adapted to the environment here." ”

"You're not a tourist or you've just arrived in Chicago, are you here for Southside?"

"Not a good idea."

When this Frank spoke, there was an inexplicable contagion, and the way he shook his head reminded Ethan of those wine Mengzi who talked about state affairs every day.

It can be seen that he is shy.

Ethan's mouth turned up, and his fingertips tapped on the bar: "If you can guess where I'm from, I'll treat you to a beer." ”

"Deal."

Frank hurriedly nodded in agreement, he pushed his messy hair back, and then nervously rubbed his hands:

"Pennsylvania?"

"Kevin."

Ethan greeted the 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.

"Yay hey~"

Frank excitedly slapped the bar with both hands, and when the beer was pushed in front of him, he picked up his glass and squinted his eyes and took a big puff.

Frank burped comfortably and reached out to pat Ethan on the shoulder:

"Yes, thank you, my friend."

"Life is not easy for a single father, and Kevin will never understand the hard work of raising six children on my own."

"Six kids?"

Ethan was a little surprised, and touched his cup with admiration.

"That's right."

Frank nodded heavily: "A man who took on his family and worked 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're a great father."

"Did God send you?" Frank waved his hands and said excitedly:

"Finally someone understands me."

At the bar, Kevin coughed heavily and glanced at Ethan.

I didn't expect this bartender to have a good heart, and I was afraid that I would be pitted.

It is estimated that few words of this kind of wine Mengzi's mouth are true, but he doesn't care, he just wants to pit himself for a few glasses of wine.

I don't lack that little money for wine, and it's not bad to have a wine partner at this time.

"It's okay."

Ethan smiled at Kevin, then reached for the wine rack next to him with bullet glasses.

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

"Pour it all into the bourbon."

"Are you sure?" Kevin asked in surprise as he looked at the three rows of eighteen empty cups above.

Frank's eyes lit up, and the beer in his hand didn't smell good.

"Wow,"

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

"Thank you."

Kevin smiled from ear to ear, and he quickly took the money, and calculated that he could tip more than twenty dollars.

As the whiskey was filled, Frank's eyes sparkled.

Ethan picked up his glass and sniffed it.

He snorted and sucked the whiskey into his mouth.

(End of chapter)