'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

Even when it comes to table seating, it varies by size.

For example, if there are two chairs on a small square table.

For example, if there are four chairs on a medium round table.

And for example, if there are six chairs on a rectangular table.

So, what happened to us? Me and Bergamo moved their table in a sticky fashion to the seat where they originally sat.

It is a pseudo rectangle.

That's how it was done, and here's the seating arrangement.

Me and Bergamo are moving in the middle.

Isotoma and Gongora arrive on the left and right of Bergamo, next to me in a state called Mr. Oyaji.

What a harassment.

"But, Bellboy, you heard?

"To?"

"Finally, I thought I'd calm my hips."

It was Isotoma who spoke so, still at the stage before the order arrived.

Bergamo immediately turns his gaze to Mr. Oyaji, who turns to him.

"Fren told me. I'm worried you'll think of something boring forever."

"Yes, yes. You know, Bergamo's got a tough attitude."

Isotoma and Gongora continue to make that attitude interesting.

"Mr. Oyaji..."

"Yes, I didn't say it. Oh, I didn't say that."

Bergamo gives a trembling voice to his emotions, but the pivotal Mr. Oyaji denied hanging around with that look pointed at him.

However, even if you deny it with your mouth, it is obvious that you are blindfolded because of your bitter expression and lack of confidence in the tone.

I give back what I'm always snored at.

"Don't you have to be shy. I didn't say anything wrong."

I said with a niggling grin, teasing Mr. Oyaji in the light of this lighting.

Then Mr. Oyaji turned a relentless eye on me.

"Well yeah. Unlike you, Bergamo will be in trouble when he's gone."

"... Ha, that's a tough joke"

"You, you don't have to come straight home when you go to training."

"Mr. Oyaji!?

That voice doesn't sound like a joke, and I'm a little rushed.

But Isotoma and Gongora laughed as they watched my reaction across the shore.

"Ha! Don't worry about the master! Fren would never tell you, but why do you admit it?

"Become, hey isotoma!?

"Yes, yes. When I drink with you, I hear all the worries about you, Bergamo's grandmother, and your daughter. I wouldn't worry about Iberis that much either."

"Hey! You fucking customers, shut up for a second!

Mr. Oyaji said in a voice that made him hear amazing things and stared at the two of them.

Finally, he is speaking up, but never yelling because it is someone else's store.

The two of them, bewitched by Mr. Oyaji, do not suppress laughter.

Only a form of Bergamo sandwiched by the two of us is much more hysterical. Poor thing.

"Look, lads. I'm not talking about that. More about what adults deserve -- yes, talking about politics, economics, that kind of social problem."

Mr. Oyaji is already working on something that's almost too late.

"I've never heard you talk like that."

"Kibushi!"

"Town Hall. Five regular ales."

Even Mr. Kibushi, who came to deliver the order, was at the end of being returned with a denial.

Mr. Kibushi gently relaxes Mr. Oyaji's intimidation and goes in front of us each side by side with a glass.

In the meantime, we will attack the ticks and Mr. Oyaji's position.

"Even before this, you haven't told me what you think of your twins' cocktails. You two have a good personality, and that's proof that the way the general teaches is good, or one snorts."

"I didn't tell you! I just said I'm trying my best to be a kid!

"Yes, you did"

Mr. Kibushi chuckled when he said so.

Mr. Oyaji then blocks his mouth as a hack.

But I did get the ball from Mr. Kibushi.

"Really? Hey, Mr. Oyaji thinks I'm trying a little bit. I'm so happy."

"... Huh!

"Hey!

So finally a blow to the brain from Mr. Oyaji.

So, what about violence at the end of the day...

Now you can only shut me up as much as I can.

"Well, I have a few things to say to you."

To the arrowhead he thought, Mr. Oyaji first turned to Isotoma, the blade of the word.

"Isotoma, you seem obsessed with Sally these days. Takeshi, who do you think you're so good at keeping quiet about what's mostly happening?

"Oh, hey, Fren, you..."

"Oh. We have to protect your personal information. I'm a human being, too, so I can't say I didn't accidentally leak it, can I?

…………

Kid, dirty.

We can't even keep your personal information quiet for Shields in the customer service industry.

Yes, on my side of the war, Mr. Oyaji's next target moved to Gongora.

"And Gongora. You Iberis say," Leave the maintenance of the machine to me, Master, do nothing "or something, right? And yet somehow, when I'm the only one, you're messing with the machine, right?

"Hey, you, that's silent."

"Oh, shut up. Just a maintenance note you were making. Maybe I accidentally forgot to throw it away and leave it on the machine, huh?

…………

Kid, dirty.

From what I've heard, I can't believe you're obviously going to use an exchange like two secrets to protect your image.

Yes, where I am stunned, Mr. Oyaji's eyes finally move to Kibushi.

"Hey, what? I'm not as vulnerable as the two of you. Whatever you say..."

"Sure, you were a better behaving customer than the two of us."

"Oh, I guess so. That's why it's so useless."

"But before this, I thought you and the young girl who sat next to you were in a lot of trouble."

Kibushi blues his face gently.

I remember that, too.

When Kibushi used to come for a drink, I sat next to Kibushi a young female guest for the third time in the store.

Kibushi was more or less in tune with the child, and if he remembered correctly, he would have replaced the child's bill with his shoulder.

Fine, I think it was forehead.

"It's a whole different story, though. You think it's time for Sosoma to get back to work?

…………

Haven't changed the story at all.

Kibushi took the word and went back to the shithole and counter.

And all that remains is me, Isotoma, Gongora, who was shut up.

No, in this state, isn't there still freedom in Bergamo?

I turned my back on Bergamo.

Come on, go, Bergamo!

This is your chance to clear up the depression you're using every day and scold Mr. Oyaji!

"Bergamo. You're gonna be my apprentice, you know that?

"Jesus, boss!

"That's fine."

I couldn't.

Bergamo can't seem to defy Mr. Oyaji anymore.

Thus, Mr. Oyaji's tyranny led to the completion of the ruling system on this table.

……………………

Keep it up, nobody says anything, just a silence staring at the glass in front of you.

Slightly.

"... you can drink today, too, Bellboy. Because it's our luxury."

"Oh, is that good?

"It's good. Don't be too young."

Isotoma acted as if she had deliberately forgotten the topic.

If I wore the story earlier, it would seem that this gathering had the purpose of celebrating Bergamo's motivation.

I guess that's the purpose of letting the atmosphere flow over there.

"That's right, Bergamo. It's also a young man's job to accept generosity honestly. But don't forget to thank me."

"That's right, my bartender, she knows."

Me and Gongora regained our minds and gained momentum. That brings a little vibrancy back to the scene.

Mr. Oyaji, after roaring, issued a comment for Bergamo.

"But Bergamo. Once you decide, it's going to get tougher and tougher. First, we finish the foundation we're working on."

"Well, don't be so hard right now. I'll teach you how to raise a disciple."

Gongora raised the glass, blocking Mr. Oyaji's painful words.

Apparently, now it's a sign of intent to drink anyway.

But Mr. Oyaji says with a slightly more difficult face.

"The way you raise your apprentice, you and this Iberis, it's pretty lame."

"That's you? Sure he hasn't, but when you decide, you make the right decisions, okay? If I told you that, you and this Sui lady would be quite a dick."

"Ah? You're also complaining about our daughter?

"Easy, you guys! You're celebrating Bergamo!

Isotoma breaks into Gongora with Mr. Oyaji who stares at each other.

Why are you heating up in your absence, these middle-aged people?

Are you going to prove that a man is a child no matter how old he is?

But I'm also sorry that there's going to be a weird fight like this, so I'll join Isotoma.

"Bergamo! Here's one thing, even my ambitions ahead! Soothe the place!

"Heh? Ah, oh."

Swing to Bergamo for a moment. Everyone's gaze gathered in Bergamo once.

He took a sooo breath after coughing up.

Then, me and Mr. Oyaji, Isotoma, and Gongora flow through and talk quietly.

"... uh, I, Bergamo, was, until recently, sweet. What's so sweet about it is that I've decided that it's just my responsibility to be there, and I've done absolutely nothing to help myself be there."

Bergamo's voice was ever more serious.

All of a sudden, despite being shaken, I felt the seriousness of not being able to.

"Yet I asked Mr. Oyaji to reach out to me if he would be a disciple. For the first time, I realized I wasn't trying to reach out to myself."

To that voice, Mr. Oyaji and Gongora clearly turned their consciousness, joking until just now.

With that in mind, Bergamo continues.

"So from now on, I want to be here of my own free will. That's what I want to say. I may not be a disciple. But I want to be the cook who can respond to Mr. Oyaji's feelings. I will."

Bergamo weeps a little along the way.

Anyway, it seems to have hit the middle-aged tear glands lightly.

Men are children no matter how old they are, but only the tear glands tend to loosen when they get older.

"From now on, I know it's going to be a lot of trouble, thank you,"

"... oops. Nice to meet you."

Mr. Oyaji also responded with a little joy to Bergamo's ambitions.

After I see that heartwarming exchange, I appeal to Bergamo with my eyes and tricks.

The eyes look alternately at Bergamo and the glass in his hand.

My hand feels like a light wave.

Bergamo noticed my move and said something after he snorted.

"Well, thank you for today. Cheers!"

"" "" Cheers!

As I said, we raised the glass.

Me and Bergamo already have a drink there. Still, I'm not allowed to get off on the way.

It was going to be a long night.