'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

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"Come on, go ahead. Enjoy."

I couldn't say anything to the glass I was offered, to the dead grass liquid.

Well, why is this happening?

Why am I being offered whiskey by an older woman who doesn't even have shards?

Without a busy explanation, Torisu dragged me to the back of the store.

Obviously, what was ahead through the staff-only door was a 'bar counter' as if it were an adult secret base.

I've never been in a bar, so that's all I can imagine, but there's a big, tall counter, and there's a long chair with legs lined up at equal intervals.

On the other side of the counter, there are about three steps of shelves lined with bottles with narrow and colorful labels.

And every one of them is packed with brown liquid.

"Did you decide?

There was a manager there who had just spoken to Torisu intimately, waiting.

He seemed to have finished preparing for something in the counter, coming out of the box with Stasta and his eyes on Torisu.

Torisu nods and tells him in a flamboyant manner.

"Yeah. I'll rent a place."

"Go ahead. If you can get Miss Ibuki to use it, that's what I want."

That's how I waved, and then the liquor store manager gave me another glance.

"Though, make no mistake"

I thought they said that.

I don't know how to make mistakes. Don't get angry.

After that, Torisu went inside the counter, knowing on his own.

"Sit down."

Torisu tells me, and I obey without understanding why.

To tell the truth, I just want to go home.

Yet Torisu sparkles his eyes and ignores my feelings and proceeds to the conversation.

"Ho ho. Sir, are you in the mood for whiskey today?

"What do you want, you?

"Conversation! Let's have a little conversation, shall we?

Birdsu changed from a condescending appearance.

Let's have a conversation. Then you will communicate with me too.

Ha, sigh and then answer.

"Nothing, I'm not in any mood"

"Well, can I recommend it?"

"... whatever you want"

"Yes, sir."

After taking my word for it, Torisu prepared a bottle and a glass with a familiar hand.

The brands I had chosen earlier were already lined up on that shelf.

It's called Dewar's.

What should I describe the shape of the glass put out?

Like a tulip, the torso and mouth areas are swollen and a little narrow along the way.

"This is a white label from Dewars. In America...... yeah, it's probably the most drunk scotch in the world. So these glasses are called tasting glasses."

You noticed my gaze, Torisu explained.

She opened the stopper of the bottle in such a way that she covered it with a flat hand, and with that stopper in her hand, she took the hourglass-like weighing instrument.

Quiet, tilt the bottle.

The liquid poured from the bottle fills the measuring instrument and goes.

I stopped it in a position where there was a little room from the edge and poured it quietly into the glass.

Repeat the same operation again.

A small amount of liquid sways over a wide area of the glass torso.

"That's good."

Torisu offered me that glass after he looked like he'd done his job.

"You want me to drink this?

"Yes."

Torisu urges me, but I don't feel very comfortable.

"I'm sorry, I, I don't like alcohol or anything that much"

I'll be honest with you, Torisu, what look did you get?

He looks like a translator, and then he's sweet. He had a strange grin.

"I kind of get it. But that's because Evening Fog, you're not really up against alcohol."

"Face it? How with booze?

"Imagination"

Torisu put his finger on my nose.

And instruct me, like a teacher who teaches students.

"Facing alcohol means imagining the various thoughts that have been spilled on that alcohol. It's just color water if you don't have an imagination. But if you imagine, it's the Shizuku of God"

"Aren't you ashamed to say it?

"Already! I'll do as I say because it's good! Let's start with the scent! What do you think of from there!

Torisu seemed gradually upset that I wouldn't move.

I had no choice but to try to gently bring my nose closer to the mouth of the glass, as I was told.

Fluffy and slightly sweet aroma appeared.

I wonder what it is. Not as straight sweet as sugar.

Not as thick as honey.

The closest thing to the image in my head is the gentle sweet aroma of wheat, like freshly baked bread.

However, the feeling of annoying alcohol does remain.

He seemed to insist on scents, not with cheap sparkling liquor or chewy.

"What do you say?"

"Better than the liquor there, it's liquor"

"... well good. Then try it next time. Go in at the tip of your tongue and roll it over your tongue."

How do you roll the liquid?

I doubted it, but when I heard it, Torisu was going to be in a bad mood again.

I put my mouth on the dreaded glass.

I'm not used to drinking glasses, so I can't really grasp the liquid behavior.

Tilting suddenly, the wave accidentally touched his lips.

From there, then I put the liquid in my mouth.

In his mouth, a hard, sharp, then warm light ran.

It wasn't the taste, it was the scene that pushed me through my brain.

I didn't have the words to explain the taste.

Peaceful wood leak days.

The luminosity of the fresh green trees.

Shades and aromas of dead grass.

Wheat fields soaring in the wind.

Dirty signs on exhaust gases.

It's not appropriate as a taste feeling, it disappears when some of those images come to mind.

Will the gentle sweetness be what alcohol holds? Or is it something else?

Exciting yet mellow, gentle taste.

It is more spacious than that associated with the fragrance and envelops it.

Such a taste goes by as I dance over my tongue.

Eventually it slipped down my throat with a corresponding sweet finish,

The trachea was thoroughly stimulated.

"Gee ho! Ka ho, ho! Ho!"

I mean, I couldn't.

I wore it for a bit and this is the result of tasting it.