I never even knew he was dead until the next day when the barman told me!

The barman simply decided to walk away for a bit.

Then they meet John the barman who died but is much better now.

He rose, and gave the paper back to the barman.

The barman and I put our hands on the bar.

Then he put the gun on the barman and me.

The barman put on a coat and we went out.

There was a drink left; he turned to the barman.

He climbed down and went to talk to the barman.

With this said the barman took himself off to business elsewhere.

But the barman called over, something he needed his boss to deal with.

"The barman says they are going to arrest me in the morning."

Barman was the first of us to take on a student after the Chaos.

The barman was attacked at around 5 am on May 30.

It's as if you took that barman and suddenly gave him half China.

At some point, it must have started annoying the barman.

The second tower was built in 1870 by a local barman.

Sure, there was a barman with a problem trying to bust down the door.

The barman looked up from his paper and gave her a quick smile.

At the third place he beat the barman to the punch.

Sean spoke without looking at him, then to the barman.

No, the barman certainly did not knew and if she told him he would scarcely believe it.

Duke turned to the barman and spoke in a low voice.

The barman looked at him in what came to being open astonishment.

Barman has since explored the other side of the camera as well.

He no longer looked anything at all like a bartender.

The bartender took his money and gave him what he asked for.

The black bartender was new since the last time I'd been here.

For a second she had the same look as the bartender.

It had started with a call from a bartender friend.

On their way out they shot the bartender in the heart.

The couple met when she was a bartender and he asked for her number.

Within the next few minutes the bartender in there may come out looking for me.

You are still trying to make sense of it when the bartender comes back on the line.

They had to leave quickly because the bartender saw how it was going and called the police.

What does her being a bartender allow you to do in the story?

The bartender came over when he saw them sitting there.

The bartender looked at our man, who seemed to be the manager.

Of the three men at the bar, one was the bartender.

Well, maybe he was going to be trouble, but not for the bartender.

When the bartender set his case down, he immediately went out for another.

The bartender stopped what he was doing and looked up at me.

For once I was ahead of him and raised my voice to call the bartender.

The chief talked to the bartender and got his story.

Thank God the bartender was gone from behind the bar.

The bartender came around the bar to take their order.

The bartender put his hands on top of the bar.

I asked the bartender how many men and women were at the bar.

He was a big man, larger even than the bartender.

But before the girl could move, the bartender put one hand on the bar.

Finally, the barmaid got free and came over to him.

He tried to remember what the barmaid had looked like.

Well, not a barmaid exactly, and it was only for one day a week.

Why would he care one way or the other where a barmaid lived?

"Have you come back here to be my barmaid again?"

He did not have long to wait, for soon the barmaid made her way over to his table.

It was clear she had not been a barmaid more than seven or eight weeks.

The young female in this case was, I understand, a barmaid.

Soon enough the barmaid comes through from the main bar.

Only a man can know the help that barmaids give to men in trouble.

The barmaids know the customers by name and take an interest in everyone.

Behind the counter, a young barmaid tried to make herself heard.

He will talk to the barmaid about the nature of human destiny.

The next day, she asks if they need any staff, getting a job as barmaid.

Your language reminds me of the time when you were a barmaid.

There was nobody else in the place except the barmaid and a couple of her friends at the far end.

"Go back to the kitchen and see if they got my dinner ready," he said to the barmaid.

The barmaid came out of the kitchen with a tray.

He would have put together more cards, the barmaid observed.

I looked into a window to see what was so funny, and 1 saw this man hit one of the barmaids.

He turned to the barmaid and slammed his hand on the bar.

He also gave the barmaid money for a pack of cigarettes.

The barmaid was making some sort of an announcement, asking people a question at every other table or so.

The barmaid nodded and returned to her place behind the bar.

He grabbed at the barmaid like a child after a toy.

He no longer looked anything at all like a bartender.

The bartender took his money and gave him what he asked for.

The black bartender was new since the last time I'd been here.

For a second she had the same look as the bartender.

It had started with a call from a bartender friend.

On their way out they shot the bartender in the heart.

The couple met when she was a bartender and he asked for her number.

Within the next few minutes the bartender in there may come out looking for me.

You are still trying to make sense of it when the bartender comes back on the line.

They had to leave quickly because the bartender saw how it was going and called the police.

What does her being a bartender allow you to do in the story?

The bartender came over when he saw them sitting there.

The bartender looked at our man, who seemed to be the manager.

Of the three men at the bar, one was the bartender.

Well, maybe he was going to be trouble, but not for the bartender.

When the bartender set his case down, he immediately went out for another.

The bartender stopped what he was doing and looked up at me.

For once I was ahead of him and raised my voice to call the bartender.

The chief talked to the bartender and got his story.

Thank God the bartender was gone from behind the bar.

The bartender came around the bar to take their order.

The bartender put his hands on top of the bar.

I asked the bartender how many men and women were at the bar.

He was a big man, larger even than the bartender.

But before the girl could move, the bartender put one hand on the bar.