'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"Today, the customer did it a long time ago."

When I saw the empty counter seat, I spoke to the twins nearby.

After Viola left, I was watching the store like a bystander again, but even if I wasn't working, the store was turning enough.

In addition to Phil and Sally being better at their job, it's probably because of the simple chores that Lito can do without hassle.

Nevertheless, it is not directly related to the number of customer visits.

It's unusual, and even though I have a little time until the store closes today, people came out clean from the counter.

The table seat is better, the last group has just finished the checkout, and the lye, who is always moving around early, will be free if they finish clearing the table.

"I've been busy lately, and sometimes it's good."

"Well, yeah. Let's start cleaning up today and get up early."

I nodded back to Phil and said so.

Unlike Tokyo, where I used to live, there are few shops here that do it until late at night.In other words, it is unlikely that people will come at this time inevitably due to the small number of people.

One option is to make the minimum preparations and get rid of the tools used for the elaborate cocktail.

In fact, it was before the last order from the kitchen, but I feel that the cleaning has started.

So, when I gave instructions to start cleaning up, the other twin relaxed his shoulder too.

"I agree to go up early because I've been busy and hard lately."

"Yes, Sally, I used a negative way of saying that I was busy. Negative 20 points"

"It's the same as Phil!"

While listening lightly to Sally's protest, I tell the other staff member.

"You can keep practicing, Litro."

"Master, my precious finger is about to peel off in this Steer exercise."

"The more you peel, the stronger it gets."

When I told you the simple truth, Litro looked at me with resentment.

What he's doing now is practicing the technique of stirring as he rolls around the glass with a bar spoon.

There's only ice in the empty glass, and then you keep stirring it up.

Basically, the bar spoon is held by the middle finger and the ring finger when performing the steering.Once pinched between the two fingers, move both fingers smoothly and turn the threaded part in the center of the bar spoon.

The threaded part of the bar spoon may be closer if you have an image like that three-color spiral sign in the barbershop.

Now, this "Steer", if you get used to it, you can keep turning it all the time with little effort.

However, in a learning-by-doing state, there is no doubt that extra force will be applied, and it will become a smooth operation.

I took damage to both of my fingers because of the wasted power.Specifically, it scrapes off.

I peeled it too, and if I wasn't a genius, everyone would peel off.

"It's hard for humans to get their skin peeled off and not cured."

And Sally made a delicate remark as to whether she looked down on her sympathy while watching Lito.

Litro didn't seem distracted, but he didn't seem willing to slap his usual lips.

But I also had something to say to Sally.

"I mean, Sally. You're not as good at steering as you can tell from above."

"Eh?"

"So practice with Lito.And if you're worse than Lito in this test, you'll be demoted. "

"Eh?"

Sally looked at me like she was serious.

"On the contrary, have you been practicing the basics around here lately?"

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"The shop doesn't let customers make it at all, so if you don't make your own practice time, Lito will really pull you out."

"... I'm going to practice a little."

It's not that I'm not being serious, but I don't think you can take the basics lightly.

That's why Phil and I are going to do a simple cleaning while we hear the irregular hitting of ice called kachankachan.

The man arrived just in time to finish cleaning up.

"Hey, are you still doing this?"

"Welcome, this way."

About 30 minutes remained before the store closed, and the well-dressed man jumped into the store with a slightly impatient face.

As a customer of the store, I saw him for the first time, but I did know him.

I told Phil in my gaze that I would take care of him, and I turned around with the man again.

Good evening, Mr. Ragweed.

"Oh, oh, yeah, Rugweed, Misty Evening."

A man who looks blatantly relieved by what I remember of him.

He was a wealthy man, Ragweed, whom he met a few hours ago in front of the lord's mansion.

Ragweed jumped into the store to escape somewhere, but after receiving the bowl, he finally calmed down and turned to me with a friendly smile as usual.

"Why are you here today?"

"What did I just say?I wanted to see what was going on as a support for cocktails. "

Rugweed laughs brightly.

I don't know what to say, but he's a good man with a reassuring smile.

... the impression was the same as that of Lito, who knew the power of his expression everywhere.

"If so, what would you like to order?"

Hmm.

Greetings are there too, first ask for an order.

If you are talking to the lord in various ways, the lord may have recommended something to you.

So I dared to ask if it was "the rule," but Rugweed only roared.

"If you're worried about your order, please let us know your preferences and we'll make it right here."

"Well, please, actually, I've never tasted it when I was listening to you."

"Yes, sir."

Nod respectfully to Ragweed's discretionary remarks and ask several questions to determine your taste preferences.

While doing that, I felt a bit caught in my head by what he said earlier.

Someone close to the lord is likely to be the lord of the area where the knight apprentices I made the cocktail were dispatched, or someone close to them.If so, it is natural to think that they have drunk the cocktail they made.

Otherwise, if I attend a meeting I attended at the Lord's birthday party, it's not strange that I've had some drinks.

But at least I don't remember serving cocktails to this man.

Of course, it happens that the schedule doesn't suit me. I can think of as many things as I want, but what do you think?

"Thank you for waiting.[Blue Moon]. "

With that in mind, the semi-automatically moving body was making a full cocktail.

At the cocktail reception, a souvenir filled with memories that revealed the existence of cocktails.

In addition, a cup made with "Smiley Potion (Parfait Tamur)" with deep ties to the lord.

I chose it for a reason that would make it more familiar while determining my taste preference.

Well, let's have it.

Rugweed gazes at the light purple liquid in front of her.

In the smile that had been on my mind all along, I saw extreme tension in my eyes.

I understand that no matter how much you listen, you hesitate to reach out to an unknown beverage.

However, the patrol was slight, and Rugweed took the glass and put the liquid in his mouth, as he had decided.

…………

Rugweed keeps his eyes closed and silent for a while.

It's always a quiet shop.Since I started making cocktails, my eyes have turned around.

Ragweed stands united on how he likes cocktails.

The first word was shortly thereafter.

"I see. This is certainly a wonderful thing."

"Thank you."

I thanked him honestly for his pure praise.

After a word, Ragweed broke his serious expression and smiled overflowing.

"It's really amazing. With this flavour, I can nod to the topic.It will be a matter of time before it reaches beyond the country and the world. "

It is difficult to judge whether it is a big deal or not, but whether it is purely so.

That's because I finally remembered something like "suspiciousness" that ejected a human touch into Ragweed's smile.

And he keeps saying, whether he realizes it or not, once he's straightened his collar.

"But according to what I heard, you're not very involved in the plan to spread this cocktail anymore."

Did you even ask the lord that?

While thinking about it, I gave back an ambiguous affirmation.

"It's embarrassing, but when it comes to what I can do, it's more like this."

No matter how enthusiastic I am about the popularity of cocktails, I can't really do it with my abilities, name values, and everything else.

When the finesse raise questions about the cocktail itself, they will be able to advise on the taste.

"Are you satisfied with that?"

"Did you say...?"

"To be honest, have you ever thought that the value of your 'cocktail' would be unreasonably small?"

The direction of the wind has changed.

When it felt that way, Ragweed continued to speak even more.

"Are you not at all dissatisfied with your current treatment?"

"... I mean, what do you want to say?"

"If you help me, I promise you more.I wonder if you'd like to join me in a cocktail again. "

Rugweed had the same smile.

With a good smile on his face, he suggested that, to put it simply, he would not betray the lord.