My Apocalypse Territory-Chapter 189 - 187: The Bartender is the True Profession!

Surrounding the area was a vast expanse of openness, with only this bar standing alone, its neon lights flickering...

Under normal circumstances, such an environment would feel desolate; however, the intermittent sounds of conversations imbued the place with a sense of vitality.

Inside the bar, it was lively. Even at an early hour, more than half of the seats were already occupied, some patrons sipped their drinks quietly while many others talked loudly, venting the stress they had accumulated throughout the day.

Night Bar had just opened for business yet it was more popular than anyone could have imagined.

In the apocalypse, there wasn't much of a nightlife. Previously, some powerful and wealthy Awakeners would choose to go to training camps to vent their frustrations, but they were a minority. Most people had nothing to do after dark.

—Before, survivors could only dream of having enough to eat, and they didn't have the energy to think about anything else. However, as the Sanctuary had developed, life was different. As the saying goes, a full belly breeds lascivious thoughts, but to engage in such activities, appropriate partners were required.

Hadn't anyone noticed that the gender ratio in the Sanctuary was severely skewed?

Especially the girls, many of whom had joined the Logistics Department and the medical unit—departments considered quite desirable as they provided close contact with the Sanctuary's two goddesses. It was said that during the initial recruitment for the Logistics and medical departments, quite a few guys had desperately tried to get in, but all were unequivocally turned away.

This led to these departments recruiting only females in the end, leaving them surrounded daily by a bunch of rough men.

Eventually, they had no choice but to keep working alongside these big, sweaty men, shirtless and dripping with sweat, continuing the grueling work of moving bricks.

For these survivors, the advent of Night Bar was like a glimmer of hope in the darkness, with drinks priced affordably so most survivors could enjoy them.

The Awakeners were no exception; sometimes they would gather some alcoholic beverages from the wilderness, stashing them to drink slowly over time. However, drinking alone could never compare to the atmosphere in the bar, where they could chat and brag with others. Some Awakeners of middling strength could even bask in the admiring gazes of ordinary people here.

Deep down, they felt quite content.

What really drew in these survivors, however, was the bar's female owner.

Standing behind the counter, she swung bottles with one hand while pouring ingredients into a tall glass with the other.

Her tea-colored hair was tied up in a ponytail at the back of her head, swaying from side to side with her movements, causing her chest to heave enticingly, capturing the gaze of most of the male survivors present.

Beautiful and graceful, she stood behind the bar acting as the bartender, easily visible to all.

Just this alone boosted the bar's revenue by at least thirty percent.

Nevertheless, these observers dared not look too overtly, resorting to stealing glances from the corners of their eyes, and no one was foolish enough to stand out and harass her. After all, the fact that the bar had been established here before the commercial district was even built, hinted at some unspoken, powerful connections behind the scenes.

Indeed, this was largely the case.

Lorraine had been summoned here, and upon discovering that the Territory didn't even have a bar, she persistently nagged the Lord until he built one for her.

For this, she had naturally paid a price—she was already in debt before she even received her salary.

She was the owner of Night Bar and its chief bartender.

Making cocktails was her passion.

"A bartender is my real job; being a sniper is just a side gig!"

Lorraine demonstrated her impressive bartending skills and pushed a tall glass filled with liquid across the counter, "Xiaoli, here, this drink is for you. It's a juice; you'll definitely like it."

Sitting in front of the bar was a little girl with onion-green hair, her eyes wide as she stared at the juice, shaking her head like a rattle-drum, "Don't wanna, I wanna drink alcohol!"

Xiaoli puffed her cheeks, about to push the tall glass back, but then… reaching, reaching, and reaching again.

She couldn't touch it!

Growing even more annoyed, Xiaoli leaned forward in an effort to reduce the distance between her palms and the glass. With one forceful push off with her legs, her body wobbled, nearly causing her to fall.

Unable to reach the ground, her short legs dangled in the air, her eyes fixed on the glass filled with juice, sensing a full blast of malice emanating from the tall glass.

"And this woman!"

She glared at the proprietress.

Lorraine watched Xiaoli pouting like an angry hamster... No, a bamboo rat, laughing even more joyously. "Minors should just drink juice honestly; it's for your own good."

"I'm not squeaking, I'm an adult squeak!"

...

Storm Commander Moustache walked into the bar as if entering another world.

The Night Bar was exquisitely decorated, instantly giving him the feeling of being back before the apocalypse.

As soon as he entered, he was also captivated by Lorraine, who was skillfully performing at the bar counter. He couldn't help but approach the bar, adjusted his collar, and gave what he thought was an elegant smile, "A glass of whiskey."

Before the apocalypse, he often ordered whiskey at bars. These words slipped out, and after saying them, Moustache's face turned red as he realized his mistake.

With the apocalypse ongoing and a severe shortage of food, how many people would be willing to turn their grains into alcohol? In this era, having a glass of any drink was considered good enough. When he was in Heng City, he mostly drank rough barley beer. Now that he was in a sanctuary like Green Shadow, he couldn't be too picky.

He quickly corrected himself, "What kind of drinks do you have here? Just give me anything."

"Anything? Expensive or cheap is okay? You don't want whiskey anymore?"

"Anything is fine, wait a second..."

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Moustache looked at the drink menu handed over by the waiter. The names of the common drinks before the apocalypse were all listed here, and he glanced at the prices on the back. Not expensive—an entire glass of whiskey was less than one Source Crystal, cheap enough that he rubbed his eyes a couple more times.

However, there were also expensive ones—some drinks with names he didn't recognize were quite priced, ranging from tens to even hundreds of Source Crystals per glass, all visible on this menu.

Strangely, he didn't feel like it was a bluff, but rather that those drinks inherently possessed high value.

"Still, um, a glass of whiskey then." Moustache dared not order carelessly anymore.

The others, following his lead, did not try to order any of the expensive drinks either. They had come to the bar not only to drink but also to probe from the sidelines for information about the Green Shadow Sanctuary.

Moustache paid with Source Crystals, and after the waiter counted, he handed him a few small papers.

These small papers were very thin, yet extremely tough, semi-transparent, and only had simple numeric information such as five, ten, twenty...

"What are these?"

"This is our sanctuary's currency, usable for both consumption and trading with other survivors."

Nearby,

Xiaoli, who was also sitting at the bar counter, had finally earned herself a glass of margarita after a bit of struggle. She sipped at the rim, savoring it thoroughly.

Seeing Moustache and his group paying, she quickly pulled out a card engraved with purple stripes from her pocket, "Pay with this squeak, I'm not drinking your alcohol for free, squeak!"

Lorraine accepted the card without any hesitation, swiped it, and then handed it back.

Witnessing this, Moustache and his group were even more baffled. "What's that, does your bar also have a membership card system?"

They are really doing business!

The waiter shook his head, "Oh, that's not it. That's our sanctuary's One Card Pass, and not everyone can get one."

The group: "[・_・?]"