'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

I cough up scattered and Torisu rushes to offer a glass of water.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Are you okay?"

Torisu seems a little sorry.

I drank the water I had received, and then I glanced at Torisu with a few tears.

"... well, it didn't taste bad"

"Uh, sorry"

"Don't apologize. You're ashamed of me, damn it."

Speaking of which, whiskey was alcoholic.

I should have been more vigilant because it's a strong booze that I went with the momentum but wasn't used to drinking.

It was a little embarrassing to be able to make a fool of yourself in public.

"I'm sorry. Yeah, I wanted you to taste it straight the first time, but I knew you were strong."

"So don't apologize. Are you satisfied with this? Sure, I don't know..."

"Wait, another drink"

Where I honestly wanted to apologize and finish, Torisu waited.

And if you think about what you did, prepare another glass identical to the one earlier and pour the Dewars in the same way.

After that, it now seemed that 'water' was poured in the same amount as whiskey.

"This is called Twice Up."

"You diluted it with care because I straightened it out"

"No, I'm not. This is how you drink it. Likewise, try it."

I drop my eyes in the glass I'm offered.

The shade must be slightly thinner, but I don't know.

If you put it closer to your mouth, the strange thing is the fragrance.

In due course, I think the fragrance itself should also be thinner, but I don't feel that way. Maybe he's getting stronger.

"Now, take your time drinking it"

And as prompted, I feared again, fluids in my mouth.

The sweetness spread across the tip of the tongue was felt stronger and clearer than earlier.

It was condensed until just now, and it seemed to spread by getting water so that it could be received as a delicate piece of information.

The entrance to flavor wasn't the only place where there was a change.

Its flavour spread across the tongue still spreads thinner with more clarity and exciting pleasure than earlier.

The brightened flavors gently slap around in the mouth. That stimulus is more familiar to my tongue than when I drank it as it was earlier.

It's like a different system, but the combination of flavor and stimulation like the Seven Seasons of Chili makes it look mild on the alcohol.

And swallow it slowly.

Still, the irritation was strong, but this time it flowed without any difficulty.

And again, surprise.

Exhaling gently with his nose, the loose richness seemed to glance through the inside of his nose.

".................. Coho"

And I cough only one thing where I was alarmed, but how good.

"... So, how'd it go? Can you imagine?

I was asked, and I answered very well.

Concentrated straight and subdivided twice up.

Both planted shocking images at me.

I felt taught a taste I had never known before.

The warmth of the alcohol seems to be filling my chest.

I didn't like to admit that it was taught to a category of people who were either bad or bad.

"Sure, it's delicious. I thought it was a mistake to get drunk."

I didn't like it, but I was happier than that.

Think about it, how would my mind have changed when I got into college?

Every day with proper relationships, doing the right thing and doing the challenge with it.

There was nothing new. It was gray. I didn't even think that was a bad idea.

In such a world, a vibrant stimulus of amber ran.

Even now, I don't hate gray.

But I feel good about enjoying this amber a little bit.

So, I hate to, but you should probably be thankful.

"Thank you Torisu. Tell me."

"... no. I didn't expect you to thank me so honestly for being so bigoted. I can see that."

Torisu was slightly embarrassed and took a bottle of Dewars.

"Dewars is. America's most drunk Scotch. You think that's what this is about?

"... Why, because the price and taste are well balanced?

"Maybe. But it's human beings who make that balance."

Torisu spoke abruptly.

I listen to that a lot.

"All whiskeys, not just Dewars, are. There are years to decades between finishing the New Pot distillation and actually serving it as a product."

"That's a big deal again."

"So imagine. When packing in or out of a barrel."

Imagine. Torisu seems to feel that that is very important for booze.

She keeps talking quietly.

"If it's time to pack it in a barrel, I wonder when this will wake you from sleep. When I get it out of the barrel, I wonder what the person who stuffed this thought. And if you're going to give the world whiskey as a product, who's going to drink this?"

"... in the case of Dewars, does that mean it's for America"

"It's not. That there happened to be a lot of people who could receive that thought."

Is there so many people imagining that far in just one glass of whiskey?

If you think so, I'll never say it.

At least there's one person here who's about to receive that thought.

I don't think that's funny.

"So imagination. Whatever alcohol you're about to drink, that's the most important thing. Right?"

"... right? Okay, I get it."

When I nodded, Torisu had another vague grin. Apparently, I've said everything I wanted to say.

After I confirm it, I'll begin the return journey.

Torisu stares at it terribly strangely.

"Hmm? Evening Mist, what's wrong with you?

"You've done your errands, haven't you? I'm going home."

I also answered Torisu's query with a decent look.

In response, Torisu had a slightly rushed tone.

"Huh? You just stood at the entrance to the charm of alcohol. Okay?"

"? Right"

"Then after this, I told this Ibuki sister, 'Alcohol is amazing! Tell me more!' That's the flow, isn't it?

"What?"

Torisu suddenly mentioned that he didn't know what it meant, so I stunned.

"Why do I have to tell this to a woman who has nothing to do with it?

"Yeah!? No, 'cause we're usually going to get along, right?

I don't want to get along with you.

"Think about it! Think about it!

Torisu comes out of the counter in a hurry and grabs my hand and tries to pull it off.

I got mad at her again and then I heard her say it.

Apparently, it's true that she's looking for a drunk friend.

But her girlfriend says she won't be dating that deep.

When I become a man, my lower heart is really hidden.

He just wants to enjoy a lot of alcohol, but he can't help but be depressed to make plans for the night after that.

That's when I was the one who found it.

A man who doesn't show any shards of his lower heart, and who, if taught, is likely to fall for booze.

For her, no one was more convenient.

"Besides, in the position that I teach, you were so eager to gain an advantage in your relationship. You're a lowlife."

"Because it was bad! Right? Please, let's be friends!

But more than her standpoint, I wasn't interested in Torisu.

It was pathetic because the plan went crazy, or Torisu, who was changing the operation and crying down.

Through pity, I may say depressing.

"So, what's in it for me?

"Uh. Like letting a pretty girl serve you and make you feel good?

"The disadvantages are good."

When I throw it away while making a fool of myself, Torisu also says back with a slightly more annoying look.

"Are you really a man?

"Well, there was no such thing as this story."

"I'm sorry!?

I paid for the birdsucks again with my hands.

After that, I ended up losing the push and Torisu and I became friends.

To a very strange friend connected only in terms of booze.

─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─

"So, Bergamo. You said there was a good store ahead?

A downtown boulevard, that it's almost night.

When asked, a colleague, a dog beast, gave a slight grin to.

"Ouch! Mr. Oyaji told me you're holding him for homemade liquor, too. There may be something of total interest to you."

"That's good!

I answer Bergamo's reply with a smile.

The store is closed today. I had promised Bergamo since then, and I was supposed to go out for a drink with him today.

Few people come to this world and can drink and walk on an equal footing in their age.

The presence of Bergamo was also gratifying to me.

"But is it really good?

"What?

Suddenly Bergamo asked me with a special face, so I stopped.

Bergamo looked somewhat sorry, I said.

"Originally, even though you just picked me up, you owe me. I was walking with the Beast Man, and he looked at me with weird eyes from around, and he said," Wouldn't it bother you? "

"Don't be a fool. Here."

I return Bergamo's words with a little frustration.

"It's annoying, it's beneficial, that's not how I'm going to choose my friends. You feel good with me, and you drink with me even more, and what more do you want?

"… total"

"If you know what I mean, why don't you just show me around?

"Whoa!"

And me and Bergamo walk quietly down the road.

With the booze that the store serves, it inflates my imagination.