hey bartender

max tardelli; 35, father of one, bartender.

[maxtardelli]

lauramxreno:

“That’s very gentle of you,” she replied ignoring the phone buzzing inside her purse, having her eyes on the bartender in front of her, admiring her view as he would finish her drink. Laura would hardly leave work for a couple of drinks, if she had company then perhaps it would seem like a good idea, but drinking by herself had always made her feel lonely. Coming from a family where every type of celebration or moment that would involve alcohol would be around more than five relatives, she was used to big crowds, she was used to company. Once he handed her the drink, Laura grabbed it, moving the glass up and taking a sip from it. Eyeing the man as she allowed the drink to go down her throat, she placed it down the counter. “Ay, Dios Mio. This is so good!” She laughed, taking one more sip from it. “Have in mind that I might ask for more soon, hoping I’ll stop before I’ll embarrass myself in front of you,” she replied sharing her focus between the drink and the one who definitely deserved attention. 

Moving the glass down to rest at the counter, she moved her hand offering him her hand. “I’m Laura, by the way. I’m usually more fun than I’m being today, that I can say.” It didn’t hurt to spend her time with the bartender, it was better than being alone, and she was certain that he was used to hearing people’s problems and complaints, not everyone would go to a bar to celebrate, sometimes alcohol would be what they needed to avoid issues, like she was avoiding at the moment. 

“I’m always gentle.” Max added with a smirk as he glanced up from the mixing cup to the hot brunette in front of him, winking on her direction. He was gentle, but he was also a flirt. He flirted with everyone because it kept himself from thinking that he was treating someone in a special way or something. He didn’t need Jackie, his psycho ex-wife, coming into his life, and destroying yet another relationship of his. But he liked the attention, and he liked making women feeling better. Sometimes, when people were having a crappy day, all they needed was someone to listen and to tell them that things weren’t as bad as they thought it would be. Which, it seemed to him, was this woman’s case. Gorgeous, yes. But she looked stressed enough to grant herself a free drink. Bills weren’t stacking up, his only problem was Jackie and her custody battle, but he could buy this woman a free drink. Her day looked shitty enough or that. 

She laughed approving of his drink and Max joined her in her laughter for a moment there. Why did she keep telling him that she might be embarrassing herself or coming up with excuses for her behavior was beyond him, but he wasn’t going to call a stranger out when she was already having  a day, so he leaned against the bar top, his dark eyes locked on her hazel hues and he linked his fingers together. “There is no way that a woman like you can embarrass herself in front of me. C’mon, with your looks and your accent? Impossible.” Again, he winked, before stepping away from her, because she might find his distaste for personal space a little bothersome. He had heard some complaints before anyways. Turning around when she introduced herself, Max took her hand and brought it up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss upon her knuckles. “Hello, Laura. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Max.” He offered her a smirk as he lowered her hand and shrugged. “I’m sure you’re plenty of fun, but bad days happen. I’m just glad I was able to put a smile on your face, even for a a moment.”

[maxtardelli]

lauramxreno:

Lately going to work didn’t have the same pleasure Laure once felt at the office. Sharing them with two more men that equaly would have thoughts that were easily making Laura want to start a case against them wasn’t doing any good. She needed a drink, even if it meant enjoying her own company, which clealry for Laura has never been an issue, even if she had gotten used to Sarah’s company until the blonde woman decided to leave. 

Parking her car outside, she placed the keys inside her bag before she made her way inside the bar. It was the first one she had found, but for her, it didn’t mean, as long as there would be alcohol to make her night better than her entire day had been, she would go back home ready to sleep and be prepared for next day. Unfortunately, she hadn’t had good fun for awhile, since she was stuck with a case and Laura couldn’t stop until she was done with it, but tonight. Tonight she deserved at least one single shot. Of course by the time the door was opened, she noticed the eyes and she rolled about the act, heading straight to the bar where the bartender himself had called her attention to know she hadn’t chosen the wrong one. “The strongest drink could be a nice start, but that wouldn’t be my wisest choice. I’m sure you know more about it than me, so surprise me. If it’s a good drink I might come back, if not… that just means this day is suppose to be bad.” She placed her bag on the stool next to her, as she leaned her body against the counter, resting her arms on top of it.  

“Well, we don’t want you making dumb choices tonight, right? So how about we leave the strongest drink behind and I’ll make you something enjoyable instead?” Everyone had bad days. Some, more than others, he knew that. He understood that. His days weren’t all that bad, but there were times where Max just wanted to give up... the only thing keeping him from doing that, was Penny, his five-year old. “Just because the drink is bad, it doesn’t mean that the whole day has to be ruined.” He said, trying to make conversation with the woman who was, evidently, having a bad day, while he decided what kind of drink that he would make her. She didn’t look like the one who would enjoy a sticky and sweet drink, so he had to get creative, mixing some things here and there. “You see, it’s all about preference.” Max continued, half paying attention to the alcohol bottles, half paying attention to the beautiful brunette sitting by the bar top. “If you don’t like what I’m making, I’ll just keep trying until I’ve put a smile on that face of yours.” Winking, he poured the mix into the glass that he had placed on the bat top, and gently pushed to the brunette. “It’s on the house.”

He waited patiently for her to try it, hoping, with his fingers crossed that he had got it right. Although he wasn’t really good at reading people, Max would like to think that he was good at reading people’s alcoholic’s taste. Leaning over the bar top, he offered her a small smile, waiting for the verdict. 

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[maxtardelli]

@lauramxreno

The bar was rather slow for a Friday night, but, since Max had just gotten a picture of his daughter eating her dinner, sent by his babysitter, the bartender was in a good mood, so to speak. But then again, when wasn’t he? Despite the problems with his ex-wife, Max was actually pretty much always in a good mood. He was easy-going and a tremendous flirt, but that didn’t mean that he would act on it. With his last relationship being a disaster and his ex deciding to make his life a living hell, Max knew that there was no room for another person in his life, especially since Jackie had decided to also make the lives of his past girlfriends a living hell, too, this wasn’t something that he would like for someone else, so he flirted--and he flirted a lot. He just didn’t date. Some casual sex here and there, but no string attached. It was the best for everyone.

He saw her entering the bar and offered her a smile, before leaning over the bar top, offering her a smile. Tall, curvy and well-dressed, he couldn’t remember the last time that a woman like her had entered this bar. Not that it was a ratchet bar, it’s just... people didn’t dress this nicely to go there. But then again, she could have come from work.

“What can I get you tonight, beautiful?”