'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"Would you like to make a little deal before you drink this one?

That's what I said right after I offered you the glass.

Rasquil pulls in his stretched hand and turns a quiet eye on me.

"I wonder what?

"It's an easy thing. If you think that cup is delicious, will you listen to me?

That's all I told you.

If you only capture words, that's the same as demanding nothing.

Listen to me, 'cause it's natural.

But you're not the one who doesn't know what it means to be here.

If you think my cocktails are delicious, I'm telling you to admit what the kids say.

"Hehe. That sounds interesting. Does that mean you're confident?

"No, it's not confidence, it's responsibility"

"Same thing. It will be good. But it's not the right thing to do just to be demanded."

Rasquil pushes his fingers against his lips somewhat compellingly and thinks.

And then, sadly, I answered.

"So if you don't like me, can you not say anything?

I had an assumption that I would be asked to do that, but I didn't think I would speak clearly.

But it equally refers to one fact.

If this woman thought the children were irrelevant, she wouldn't be making such demands. Because it means acknowledging the legitimacy of the children in some cases.

If you don't like one of my drinks on this occasion, you can also decide that I won't leave you two to it.

Finally, it's a deal to make people admit that I deserve to be the master of the children.

If only slightly out of sight, the vampire brothers and sisters were facing the matter in front of them on a flinch.

Sally is diligently waving a bright conversation, even as she cares about this one.

Stand in front of the workbench and carefully tilt the bottle, Phil.

They both worked hard to do the job I was told to do.

Then there's a good reason for me to back off.

"Okay. However, please be fair in your assessment"

"Yeah, even if it's a human opponent, I'm not willing to break my word."

With that word, our loose rush is over.

Later, me and Rasquil turn their eyes to the glass.

It won't be a minute in time.

But the lifespan of a 'cocktail' is short. I can't take any more extra time.

"Enjoy, then."

"Okay, I'll take it."

Saying, Rasquil tilted the consciousness to [Gimlet].

─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─

What is the strongest emotion in Rasquil right now?

It was pure curiosity, without deception.

If you live long enough, you'll have more knowledge in the world.

Boring interpersonal, boring everyday things.

The taste of alcohol without progress, to the knowledge of the usual art.

But what came out in front of me, it's funny what that means.

Even in front of the wine, which is the best in recent years, this kind of emotion is not good enough.

Emotions today, so to speak, are similar to love.

Understanding the unknown and wanting to restore it within me could have been the basic thought of Rasquil.

Above all, the person who made this is interesting.

Yesterday's mysterious magic and this artistic skill are good.

I'm going to 'negotiate' with a vampire for just one drink.

(saying that if I lied, that would be it)

Nevertheless, that cannot be said to be the right choice in a certain sense.

If this drink doesn't satisfy Rasquil, it's not worth listening to.

To that extent, even if it is somewhat interesting. It means it's not enough to take.

I don't really feel like having a proper conversation with someone like that.

Rasquil thought it was a more legitimate means of rushing than to say this, be it words.

That's why Rasquil shifts his mind to the drink in front of him, only now.

The thin green liquid was like a flowing gem.

Take the whitened glass and you'll see how cold it is.

Gently approaching the mouth, the freshness of the fluffy fragrance 'Gini' and 'Lime'.

Standing at its entrance, Rasquil tried to assume the flavor.

Rumors I've heard say 'Gini' tastes spicy. Besides that, it's lime. Wouldn't it be a pretty sour, dry alcoholic beverage?

Besides, the young man in front of me didn't look like he put anything in it but those two. If so, it's not even that far off target.

Assuming so, Rasquil included it in his mouth,

"─ Sweet?

I was poked in the void.

Indeed, the taste entrance was sour.

Lime-like sharp acidity stimulates the tongue and pushes the dry taste buds to spread.

But what spreads quickly afterwards was a mild sweetness that was difficult to describe.

After a crisp drink, the twitching sweetness can never be overasserted.

The refreshing sweetness and sourness blends with the windy flavors of 'Gini' and spreads across the mouth.

Let the sun of dawn shine a gentle light on the world.

The light green liquid lit up the color on the taste of Rasquil, which had solidified in boredom.

Even if you swallow the liquid, it gently passes through your throat even though there should be a fairly strong 'booze' flowing through it.

What eventually lingers in your mouth is a neat, pleasant refreshment.

The acidity of the lime neutralizes the sweetness in the mouth and invites another bite at its best.

For the next bite, the balanced taste of sweetness and acidity danced in my mouth from the start.

Yes. It's the exact same drink, but it changes that impression.

Sharp, pointed metal at the beginning of the drink. Gimlet as the name suggests - a sharp impression like a cone.

But if you pay attention to the sweetness, it loosely spreads its arms and wraps this one around.

It's not just sharp, it's not just sweet.

As if it were a 'pile', at first it was a cup of sharp and never-ending emotion that pierced Rasquil's heart.

(Don't let them drink something like this... hey?

Rasquil, first.

Without any falsehood, I decided to utter the word.

─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─

In front of me, the silver-haired vampire put [Gimlet] in his mouth a few times.

And I put that question in my mouth as I shimmered my eyes.

"Can I ask you something first? Why is this' cocktail 'sweet?

The question was somewhat unexpected in me.

I didn't think she'd be that interested in how to make a cocktail.

After I called out, "Wait a minute," I went back to the work bench and took out both types of "lime juice" that were in the fridge.

Each of them poured a small amount into a smaller glass - a shot glass - and I took those two glasses and went back to the front of Rusk Il.

"I asked you a question earlier, because the lime juice I used this time was cordial lime juice."

"... cordial?

Before Rasquil with a question mark, I offered each of the two glasses.

One side is transparent and only a little pulp floats. It's "lime juice," which I usually use for cocktails, without any hassle.

On the other hand, it is green and the pulp is peeled. This is Cordial Lime Juice, which I prepared last night for this one.

"First, you can compare the two sides."

When I said I should actually experience it, not mouth, Rasquil followed it.

At first mouth a normal 'lime juice'. The moment I drank it, I looked at me like I blurred my lips and blamed it a little.

"Sour, isn't it? I don't really recommend it to people."

"I'm sorry. Next time, please."

Next she mouthed 'Cordial Lime Juice'.

Moment after moment, I let that eye shine like I realized something.

"I see. It's cordial lime juice that blends sweetness into lime juice from the beginning."

"Exactly. There are other scents, colors, etc. that add up a little bit."

While supplementing, I let the answer snort heavily.

'Cordial lime juice' means' added lime juice '.

Originally, I remember hearing that in a time when raw lime was hard to come by, lime juice with added sweetness appeared.

But what matters is that it establishes itself as one ingredient in the cocktail world.

There are a number of cocktails that specify 'cordial' in the recipe, and for color flavors, thin green items that are not fresh are predominant.

And I'm for this time of the day, last night (or earlier this morning?) I made this lime juice.

The reason was that Rasquil was treading that he was likely to ask for a [gimlet].

[Gimlet] is a slightly spicy and sour cocktail when made with mainstream recipes.

When a young woman, for example, asks if it's a cocktail she likes to drink, she doesn't really snort.

And the idea was unclear whether it would apply to Rasquil that his age was three digits.

I don't know what liquor preferences are until I actually talk, listen, and see what I think and do when I drink.

And as one option, I wanted to prepare a [gimlet] with sweet flavors - 'cordial lime'.

Of course, it was possible to increase the amount of syrup on the spot and adjust the sweetness.

But in that case, this slightly confusing 'light green' does not arise.

Because this color is only the color of Cordial Lime.

"So, did you like this one?

I asked myself, with a little nervousness.

I can assume, I did my best.

Sharpened technology, the information given, and the utmost feelings were put into "a cup".

That's why I feel like putting everything on myself, waiting for her reply.

"Right. We're talking about an earlier deal."

Saying, Rasquil swayed a glass of liquid inadvertently.

Waving light green liquid seemed like a fateful move for me or my vampire brothers and sisters.

Eventually, Rasquil stopped that hand movement perfectly and then gave the answer.

"I didn't expect this kind of booze to happen in this world."

Rasquil smiled contentedly.

One of those words was synonymous with me and my brothers and sisters' balance of fate leaning towards us.

"It would be good. Let's start with Phil and Sartina."

"Thank you"

Not everything has been solved yet.

That said, I couldn't help but make a big gut pose in my heart.