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.Katherine looked up at the sky, marveling at how clearly she could see the stars here.Back in Seattle the sky was never so clear, there was too much light pollution and too many clouds in the way.When she arrived to the tavern she paused outside the entrance and smiled up at the full moon, it was growing brighter by the minute.Inside the bar was warm and cozy.It was dimly lit, and there was soft classical music playing in the background.Towns people and tourists alike sat around tables, booths, and at the bar itself, chattering and drinking.Katherine walked over to the bar and sat down on one of the stools, crossing her legs and leaning against the polished wood of the counter top.The bartender, a tall handsome blonde man, walked over and flashed her a smile.“What can I get for you, pretty lady from somewhere else?” he asked with a heavy accent.Katherine chuckled.“How do you know I'm not from around here?” she was curious how he knew right away.“I have worked here for long time,” he replied.“I have never seen you, and everyone comes through this tavern at one time or other.”That was fair enough.“Alright, I'll give you that,” Katherine said.“Can I just have a glass of wine, please?”“No, no, no,” said the bartender, shaking his head and wagging a finger at her.“Monopolowa.”Katherine frowned.“I'm sorry?”“Monopolowa,” the man repeated.“Vodka.You don't come to Austria and drink wine.You drink vodka.”Katherine wasn't much of a liquor drinker, but she didn't want to offend anyone, so she smiled and nodded.“Alright.Monopolowa it is.Just a small one, please.I don't want to get drunk and make a fool of myself.”The bartender winked at her and pulled a glass down from behind the bar.He wiped it out and then grabbed a clear bottle, flipping it over one shoulder before pouring into the glass.He poured a bit more than Katherine would have preferred, but she didn't say anything.She was eager to act like the locals and she wanted to fit in.If she got a bit more tipsy than she wanted.well, she would just sleep in later than she had planned the next day.Worse things could happen.She smiled her thanks when the bartender slid her drink to her.“How much?” she asked, reaching for the money in her pocket.“The first is always free, pretty lady,” the bartender replied.“But only the first.The second and third make you pay.”“Ah.Well, thank you,” Katherine replied.She didn't plan to have a second or third, anyway.She picked up her glass and took a large sip of the clear spirit, wincing as it burned its way down her throat.It was good, she'd give him that, and definitely strong.She shook her head to clear it and took another sip.“Good, pretty lady?”Katherine nodded.“Yes.It's good.Thank you.”The bartender winked at her again and poured another glassful, sliding it over to her.“Just in case, hm?” he said, before going further down the bar to talk to another patron.A low chuckle came from beside her, and Katherine turned her head to see a dark haired man sliding onto the stool next to hers.“I see Claude has got you drinking the vodka,” he said.His voice was deep, and his accent was minimal.“Yep,” Katherine agreed.“It's not bad, actually.”“No, it's good stuff,” the man said.“He just makes sure that all the pretty young tourists get a glass of it on the house.”Katherine shrugged.“It's nice of him.”“Yes,” the man agreed.“Are you going to drink that second one?”“Um, no,” she told him.“I didn't plan on it.”“Then may I?” he asked, reaching for the glass.“I'll get you a glass of wine or something to compensate.”It wasn't really a good idea to take drinks from strangers, and Katherine could hear her mother and her sister yelling at her in her head.Still, she didn't see the harm in it, and she was watching the drinks being prepared right in front of her.She nodded and smiled.“Thank you.”“But of course,” the man said with a grin.He grabbed her second glass and drained it in one gulp, making a low noise before flagging down Claude the bartender.“A glass of white, Claude,” he called.Claude waved a hand at him and finished filling the glass of the man he was waiting on, but soon enough a tall glass of white wine made its way down the bar.“And there you are,” said the stranger, “enjoy.”Katherine quickly found herself being charmed by the man beside her.He asked her where she was from and told her about his travels as she sipped at her wine.The wine was very good, full bodied and crisp, and Katherine could already feel it going to her head [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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