'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

In a store with few customers, slight blurring spread.

That's probably because the woman was too pretty.

Gongora and Iberis, sitting on the counter, exhale in a small way, too. The customer, who was sparse at the table, was also gazing at her.

The outfit is gorgeous, but not as flashy. The elegant texture, coupled with the long stretched silver hair, is pushing her to a better beauty.

He understood what it was called femininity and looked like he had done his best to take advantage of it.

"... this way please"

I didn't put my inner amazement on the table and tried to calmly guide her to the counter.

Seats with coasters, naturally, are at the far end.

It's as far away from the door as possible because it's troublesome to have customers gathered for her.

Rasquil honestly followed my guidance and got to his seat as he looked over the store.

"... you arrived sooner than planned"

"Yeah. On second thought, even as soon as I opened the store, I thought my feet would be low."

she said with a smile that seemed to be all around and kind to her.

No, that's right.

Even over here, there would be a lot of mind prep and stuff.

I ask as I hide my inner flattery and hand over my squeeze.

"Is there anyone with you?

"Exactly. Neither do I (myself) have a hobby to force the injured. It's a hassle to attack people so badly that it's a problem."

Apparently it wasn't in her that she was making it quite impossible when she retreated.

Nevertheless, is that right?

If their healing abilities are also poorly used, it triggers' magic deficiency '.

Do you feel like you're lurking somewhere until your magic recovers naturally?

"So, are you ready to say goodbye?

Until then, the eyes of the woman, who had worn a soft atmosphere, changed.

I haven't broken my friendly look, but if I'm alarmed, I'll be dragged into the invisible hole at the bottom. I feel that way, I saw a terribly demonic light.

I breathe quietly and do my duty as a store first.

"Can I take care of that after your order?

"... Oh, excuse me. Sure, that's polite."

Rasquil looks just a little embarrassed and puts his hands on his mouth.

As soon as possible, the atmosphere had also transformed into the first intimate one.

"Your order, would you like us to describe our 'cocktail'?

"Fine. I'm listening to you. It's a 'alcohol' drink mixed with 'potion' and all sorts of drinks, right?

"You're right. So, do you want to see the menu?

"Sure, can I have it?

Shortly afterwards, I sent my gaze to her brothers and sisters, who were hardened by her appearance.

Oh, the two of them move out in a hurry.

First, Phil grabbed the menu just inside the counter and handed it to Rasquil as he spread it out.

"Go ahead, 'Customer'"

"Oh. Hehe, these are fresh and good things, too"

Against Phil, Rasquil turns an interesting eye.

Phil gives that voice a cramped grin back and immediately lowers back.

Then Sally, who prepared the charm (hand-eating knobs, treats, etc.), gently put the small plate on the counter, saying excuse me.

"Sartina. You, now you can handle such a special victory?

"'Customer,' can you not say much of that?

"Oh? Am I shy?

"Oh, no."

Saying, Sally also falls back again in a cocky, unwieldy move.

... the momentum up until just now sounds like a lie.

I saw that I wanted to hold my head down a little, and I gently slapped both of them in the ear.

"Phil, Sally. I'll take care of him. I'll take care of the two of you. Can you do that?

"" Huh?

On my instructions, I see you two got more nervous than just now.

And, as it is, on the boulder, are there not enough words?

"I'm telling you, it's the same as always. You just need me to be tight with one customer and serve them normally. I make Shake's cocktail. It's okay."

That's all I told you, and I took my eyes off without hearing from the two of you.

Seems to push it away, but it's okay. Sui's here now, and neither of them is what they were a month ago.

For a little while, I'm in trouble if you can't handle it without me.

More importantly, talking for a long time slows down the response of the silver-haired beauty in front of you.

Rasquil was looking at the menu he was given, but tied his lips like he was in trouble.

"Something bothering you?

"... right. Can I ask you one thing?

As soon as I spoke, Rasquil turned his eyes to this side.

And then you run into one question, like you're gonna try me.

"Last night, the magic of the tornado you unleashed -- it's the same name as that [Gimlet] -- there seems to be a drink?

"... right"

"Was the 'cocktail' thing I was hearing rumors about magic?

I told you earlier that it was a drink.

I wonder how I misled that exploratory question.

I sent my gaze to Sui for a moment, and she seemed to be listening, shaking her head beside her, probably.

"I'm sorry. That's our trade secret."

"Oh, can't you tell me?

"Unfortunately, we're not at a stage where we can publish it yet,"

"Yes, I'm really sorry."

When I returned my fluffy denial, the unexpected Rasquil honestly pulled back.

I felt a little creepy about it, but I don't think it's something to pursue.

"So what will you do with your order? Let me know what flavor you prefer and I'll make a recommendation here"

"That's not true. Actually, I've already made up my mind."

Rasquil closes the menu with patari as he says.

Put the menu on the counter, point your freed right index finger at me, and thumbs up.

That's the same shape I used yesterday as a gun.

"That green light... [Gimlet], please."

"Yes, sir."

Is that still the case?

I was just a little relieved with the order as expected.

Thoughtful opponents, but to the extent that my assumptions are met, the thought circuits are not different.

People really tend to turn their attention to you when they have a name they know.

And in the timing of her appearance, it's not strange to be witnessing the phenomenon.

There were many people there who heard [Gimlet] 's name. It's not strange to know the name.

Interested, he thought it was likely to be ordered.

"Before you make it, may I ask you a few questions?

"I wonder what?

As expected, from here on out, it's unknown.

I asked Rasquil a question, calming down.

"Do customers prefer alcohol to 'sweet' or 'spicy'?

To my question, Rasquil stops moving perfectly.

She peeks into my eyes as she explores my heart.

"Why do you ask that?

"No, because this cocktail is a little 'spicy'. I was wondering if you needed that question to suit your taste."

"... yes"

After muttering quietly, Rasquil distorted his lips looking funny.

"I'll take care of it. Please suit me as you wish?

And with a grin on his face, he entrusts all of it to me.

I didn't get tips after all.

From the mouth, but...

"Yes, I did. Please wait."

I carefully folded my hips and hurried to work.

Enough tips. I never just wanted to hear the words.

I'm close to seeing her react to this question.

Someone of unknown age, someone whose common sense doesn't make sense to me.

That's the other guy. It would be premature to determine the flavor with the image it looks like.

But there's more to talking about, seeing and feeling the reaction than just looking.

She is acting feminine and entertaining, at least on this occasion. There, I don't see the color of the act.

In other words, she is, at this stage, considered to be extremely natural. At least, I wouldn't feel the inevitability of falsifying my hobbies on this occasion.

Then stop twisting the standard of flavoring weirdly.

What I should make for her is a sweet [gimlet].

I stand in front of the workbench and immediately start creating cocktails.

First of all, prepare for the basics.

Put one shaker that was lined up on the counter, on the workbench.

I put the "body" where the liquid is placed in the middle, the "strainer", which is a lid with a hole in the left of it, and the "top", which is a lid that seals to the right.

Then, take the glass.

If you don't do something about your cocktail glass, what you take in your hand is a tall glass with a wide mouth.

Wipe it with a clean cloth, kneel down and open the freezer side door on the cold table.

Ice and "gin" ─ Remove the bottle of "Gini" and put the glass inside by mistake.

They were placed on the plane of the cold table and 'lime juice' was removed from the refrigerator side next.

"Is that it?"

They were watching my work, and Iberis' voice was all over my ear.

I guess she noticed because she watches my work so well.

That the 'lime juice' color I just took out is different from what I usually use.

Yes, this is the Cordial Lime Juice, completed yesterday with the help of the Vermut family.

In a clear bottle, a bottle containing a light green liquid was also arranged on a cold table and lime fruit was taken from the fruit cage.

First, double the lime lengthwise. Cut a further third from half and remove the tip and the central white part.

Gently cut into the pulp and pour the fruit juice into the measure cup, which is the weighing instrument.

I want to check the recipe here.

Regular [gimlet] recipes are 'Lime 15ml' in 'Gini 45ml' and 'Syrup 1tsp (teaspoon)' as I've made them before.

However, the [gimlet] that I make this time is a different recipe.

I'm going to pour Cordial Lime Juice into a major cup.

Give me plenty of '30ml' too.

Pour it from the major cups into the tequila and shakers.

Later, "Gini" also weighed in 30 ml.

As for the 'syrup' to put in the regular [gimlet], this time it is not necessary.

The ingredients are 'Gini' and 'Lime' half-and-half.

That's everything.

Stir gently in a bar spoon and see the taste.

It's just the right salt plum, blended with a refreshing acidity and moderate 'sweetness'.

Smooth motion, packed with ice to avoid standing Shizuku, ready.

I'm gonna put a lid on the shaker, and I'm gonna slap it right here on the slab and tighten it tight.

Then he quietly moved on to Shake.

At the first sensation you feel from your fingertips, the temperature is usually only slightly higher than the recipe.

It is natural because the total amount of 'Gini' that was in the freezer is decreasing.

That's why I shake the shaker, taking care not to melt the ice into darkness.

Soft snap on the wrist, back and forth.

bold movement of the right elbow, up and down.

Now, be aware of what you see from around you, and don't let Shaker's movements get bumped.

The sound you hear is the sound of ice dancing.

In just a few dozen centimeters of space, many molecules mix together.

The sound teaches more than just the position of the ice. The sound of air mixing with the liquid, the sound of ice crushing and rubbing into the liquid.

They overlap and, like one piece of music, create cocktails.

When the feeling in my hand taught me how to complete the cocktail, I gently stopped moving.

I hurry to get the glass out of the freezer and walk early to the front of Rasquil.

Excuse me, I shouted and put the glass over the coaster.

The shaker's lid is then opened and the liquid in the shaker is transferred to the glass.

Where the chilled, thick, thin green liquid fills the glass, cut the shaker.

The pleasant sound of Karan and the ice dancing echoes from Shaker, and it's done.

"Thank you for waiting. [Gimlet]."

Transfer your gaze from the glass you offered to Rasquil.

Then what do you think?

The silver-haired beauty stared at the glass with sparkling eyes much more than I thought.