131 Chapter 130-Im Back (1/2)
Walking across the dance floor, to the luxuriously decorated bar, sitting on the high stool, and after a glance, his brows gradually frowned.
After living in the US for nearly two decades, Cyber is still not adapted to the bar and party culture of Europe and the United States.
to be frank.
He has always felt that such nightclubs, bars and other occasions are a very boring place.
In a nightclub above 80 decibels, chatting hoarsely with people, flashing blind lights from time to time sweeping towards the forehead, drinking a bottle of rubbish wine at a purchase price of 80 yuan a bottle of 50 yuan a cup, the girls around are even men and women Indistinguishable.
Even more embarrassing on the dance floor.
Hundreds of men and women huddled together, sweat mixed with the scent of various perfumes, and occasionally there was a bit of bad breath and foot odor.
If you are unlucky, you may be thrown up by a drunk passerby.
Is the fat house water out of steam, or the potato chips are not crisp, or the game is not fun?
As for the girls...it is said that the bar is the place with the most AIDS groups.
The tattooed bartender in the bar looked at Cyber with a weird look, and asked casually, ”What to drink?”
Withdrawing his thoughts, Cyber replied without thinking, ”Coke, go to the ice.”
Hearing this answer, the bartender shook the bottle, and said silently, ”No.”
Which serious person who comes to a bar these days can drink Coke?
”Then give me a cup of hot milk and more sugar.”
”This is a bar, not a children's restaurant!”
The bartender looked bad.
He wondered if this person came to find fault on purpose.
Glancing at the lemon slices in the glass of the man next to him, Cyber stepped back and said: ”Then give me a glass of lemonade.”
He really doesn't like the smell of alcohol.
'Bang!'
Stomping the bartender bottle heavily on the table, the bartender's tone became a three-pointer: ”Neither!”
”Is there any water?”
”Have.”
”Are there any lemons?”
”Have.”
'Are you afraid that you are deliberately targeting me?'
Cyber's eyes widened: ”Then you said there is no lemonade?”
The bartender's breath stopped, and silently picked up the knife.
………………
'Boom.'
A beer glass with lemonade was sent to the cyberspace. Due to the bartender's excessive force, a ball of water splashed out and spilled on the table.
”Ten Euros.”
Hearing the aggrieved voice of the bartender, Cyber smiled carelessly, and reached out to touch his pocket.
”Um...Well, can you wait a few minutes, someone will pay for me?”
The smile on his face stagnated, and Cyber was a little embarrassed and scratched his butt.
He hasn't touched cash for a long time.
Usually, when buying things, Alita either pays via the internet or swipes a credit card.
In the words of Papa Ma, it is'I have never touched money, I am not interested in money'.
Coming out for a secret operation tonight, he didn't bring these two things at all.
Who knows that it was obviously going to trouble the Hydra, and by the way, flicking sister and brother Wanda, finally came to a bar in Paris?