'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

Then, the field showed the boom of Gudeng.

It may be a little difficult to explain what that was like.

Because as we get to the second half, more and more languages are moving away from Japanese.

But I dare you to excerpt even the most troublesome scenes I've ever had.

"Hi, by the way. I had something to ask my master."

So cut out was Isotoma, whose mouth was getting slightly softer.

Guess the atmosphere, somehow Gongora and Mr. Oyaji will look magical too.

"Uh, what is it?

"There's only men here. So I want you to answer honestly."

Isotoma said after layering the prefix.

"Master, of all the girls, who cares most?

"... Yes?

That too abruptly and without context was beyond my imagination.

But the question seemed very important to them.

"Everyone actually wants to know. The master will tease you at any time. You're so good at your mouth, there's no way you're doing anything."

"Yeah, we're the only ones here. Honestly, it's your fault."

Gongora rides on Isotoma's words, but it's even more puzzling to me.

"No, so I don't have any of those kids..."

"Huh!?

I don't care if you have that voice on top of me.

"Are you kidding me?! You're admired by such a cute Sally, and you don't think anything of it?

"Hey bartender Amchan. We even had an exclusive deal with our lovely Iberis, and I'm sure there's nothing really going on."

"No, no, so I can't do this right, so I can't believe I'm still in love, hey, Mr. Oyaji?

I asked Mr. Oyaji for help while I was being pushed by the sword screen.

Mr. Oyaji knows that I have nothing really to do with Sui or Rai. You're so close, there's nothing around you. Prove it's nothing.

"Oh, my God? Are you saying our daughters aren't that attractive? He killed you? Hey, Kibushi! Five extra ales!

No, you jerk. I'm already drunk.

And what can I do for that ale?

I have almost a full glass of it on hand.

"Well, well, you three, calm down"

"Bergamo!

Where I was wary of Mr. Oyaji's thoughts, it was Bergamo who reached out for salvation.

Right. I knew those who should have were friends.

Come on, Bergamo, we've managed to heat up this wasted place...

"The cutest part is up to our corsica. Hey, chief?"

"What are you talking about!?

"Ahhh? Corsica's not cute!?

"You're cute, but you're not!

No. There's only drunk assholes here already.

At the same time that I realized it, the sight of the place turned towards me at the same time.

"Hey, master. Sally's the cutest, isn't she? Isn't that right?

"No, right? The thing that bothers me the most is Iberis, who supports you at all times, right?

"Hey, there's no way you're taking care of Rye at home or taking care of Suey in a cocktail, is there?

"Whoa, total. You're not taking a sweet look at Corsica, are you?

This guy always loses his reason because of his booze.

How did this happen? I'm just serious about the cocktail.

What the hell did I do wrong?

"... you know, in my opinion"

"Ah?"

In the meantime, there's me who hasn't thought about it.

What's the plan to get over this?

That's right!

Describe an ideal image that doesn't apply to anyone and make fun of everyone's pursuit!

"And if you say so, yes. First of all, my body shape is quite sluggish and longer, and my hair is sarcastic long. Well, there's quite a few places to go, and there's no place to go. And he's got good motor nerves, and he's smart. But some of them are a little edgy. Such a person can be ideal, haha"

That's it while I tell you myself.

There's no such thing. What is that virgin delusional woman?

How dare such an ideal come out pompous as if I had seen it. Hey.

But the air froze in my response.

Mr. Oyaji's face, which is still killing me, approaches me and tells me.

"Hey, is that about Viola?

"Heh? Ah."

I noticed you said it, but I'm sure this is pretty much about Viola.

I wouldn't call it perfect, but it's called body shape and good hair, about 80% viola.

I mean, I was supposed to be stunned talking about an ideal that didn't exist, but I raised a woman who didn't appear on this scene at all and oiled the fire?

"Chi! It's not! I forgot what was important!

"What? Will?"

"Older! I like older!

Oh, it's dangerous. I almost got killed by accident.

But this should have avoided it.

Not a single older woman has just come out.

So it should be an air that my ideals are too high and you're stupid.

... should be, but the men were even more mysterious in their faces.

I wonder why, and now Isotoma says blush.

"That's the master. Could it be you're talking about Sally's mom? You're too old for anything, and you're a wife in the first place."

"Chi! Oh, no, it's not!

I rushed to fix it after I accidentally denied it with vegetables.

And well, instead of the real age, the conversation between the men of lower mental age went booming, fueled by booze.

And time flies.

"Kid! Let's go to one of them!

"Yes, yes! Okay, so I'll walk straight!

"You can walk."

I panicked and stopped Mr. Oyaji, who was about to go somewhere.

Adjust the direction of Mr. Oyaji's progress, while keeping pace with his words.

"What then? That's it, you, that's it, you go to a girl's shop every once in a while?

"Nice. But she's cuter than any girl."

"Or what!? Don't you understand?"

"Then let's go that way. Right?"

"No! You can't drink Sui's liquor, can you?

Even if you're so drunk on Gundan, your instinct to reject the special potion with the Swiss seal seems to be working.

Sui...... pathetically.

Finally, the time is now after midnight.

After all, me, Bergamo, and the three middle-aged people drank until they closed.

Particularly drinking among them were Bergamo, the protagonist of the celebration, and, surprisingly, Mr. Oyaji.

Asked Isotoma and Gongora, they paced a lot faster than usual.

Maybe he was happier than we thought about Bergamo.

"I look like this. It tastes like booze."

"That's right. I really want to apprentice."

"Do you want to study cooking? You don't, do you? So no."

"Sorry to hear that."

The result is that this body doesn't want to.

Before putting the accounts to rest, there were Bergamo, who was getting so blue that he was about to die drunk, and Oyaji, who was getting confused.

For Bergamo, I put on two regular customers that the directions were the same. Not that I wasn't drunk, but it was better than Bergamo.

And Mr. Oyaji had me with him on the way home, or with him on the way home.

of, but on his way home, Mr. Oyaji was just telling me he didn't drink enough.

"I don't know. I was really, really happy. So, it's me. You don't deserve to drink it."

"That's right. I was really happy, too."

"But I don't drink enough. So let the kid drink instead. You're not drunk at all, are you?

"I'm drunk. I drank so much."

I had an ambiguous grin at Mr. Oyaji, who had not completely turned the Lu Dynasty.

Well, it's not like I'm not drunk. But I didn't even drink that much.

To be precise, water was used to keep pace with alcohol.

If it was a sashi drink with Bergamo, I wouldn't be too drunk and exposed to ugliness in front of Mr. Oyaji or the regular.

"But you can't drink yet, can you? Me too. Oh, just another house."

"Okay! Okay, so look forward! Before!"

I forcefully pulled Mr. Oyaji and rescued him this time about to disappear into some alley.

I was slightly sidelined because it was a celebratory seat, which might have been a bad idea.

Never because I greased the fire.

But I've never seen Mr. Oyaji so much.

I don't have a choice. Do you decide to reschedule just a little?

"Go. Oh? Hey, what's this road?

"I'm on my way to a nice store."

"Oh, is that true?

"It's true."

It's not sneaky to take him home like this and see Mr. Oyaji being distanced by his daughters.

So I had no choice but to reschedule and head somewhere.

It's night now. At this time, the autumn wind feels colder.

One of the stopovers, the wind will remind you a little of your intoxication.

"This is my shop."

And we came to Easy's.

I unlocked the store quickly and welcomed Mr. Oyaji inside.

"Yeah. Speaking of which, I thought. As a customer, you've never been to my bar."

"Or what? I don't cook, and who cooks?"

"So now the only dish I have is oyasmi. As the last one, please come here."

"... Huh. Well, I hang out with him sometimes."

Mr. Oyaji, too, seems to have subsided just a little drunk, and only Lu Ryu is beginning to return.

I put him through the counter with a bit of a grumpy attitude.

Help Mr. Oyaji, who is still fluttering, to sit in a chair with long legs. After that, I said as I walked into the counter with Shit.

"Then I would like to place an order. The first drink is service."

"What? You didn't do that to all kinds of customers."

"No, this is a special drink for Mr. Oyaji"

As I say, I wash my hands first.

After that, I just saw how the freezer was doing.

There's a lot of ice left for the cocktail I'm going to make. I don't need to break it new.

I will prepare only half of the usual equipment that was washed and dried.

There is one major cup. One bar spoon too.

You don't have to worry about other customers, so you don't have to ask for convenience around them.

After I'm ready for a quick drink, I'll take the first one.

And before that.

"Ah, Mr. Oyaji. It's a little special to make from now on, so can you not look at it at hand?

"Oh? Is that weird enough to let you in?

"He said he wouldn't do that!

"... Hmm. Well, fine."

Mr. Oyaji admitted reluctantly.

After I checked it out, I hurried up and took it for a drink.

What we have is a slightly taller, elongated glass called Collins Glass.

And I gently removed the ingredients.

lime, and lime juice.

Syrup.

And ginger ale.

That's it.

It's easy to make.

After cutting the lime first as usual, pour the fruit juice into the major cup.

Drop the squeezed fruit into a glass and fill it with crushed ice ─ crash ice cream.

Once that is done, add up to 20 ml of lime juice to the measure cup and pour.

Now hold the bar spoon in your left hand as you hear the crushed ice, which was white and frosty, make a noise with the crisp on the lime juice.

Tilt the syrup bottle carefully with your right hand, take 1 tsp ─ ─ approximately 5 ml of liquid and pour it into the glass again.

After that, I poured out the ginger ale, which I had removed, with a little momentum and all the ingredients.

The carbonation reacts to every piece of crushed ice and dissolves out with the shwashwa and disappears.

If you are aware of the speed and gently raise and lower the liquid with a bar spoon that you have switched to your right hand, it will be complete.

No, not yet.

At the end of the day, I pierced the Iberis straw into the ice crevice.

"Mr. Oyaji, that's enough."

Speaking up, Mr. Oyaji, who was turning away from each body, turned this way.

"Give it to me. It's the first one, so how long did it take me to think it was Ale?"

"Excuse me. I was just making something handy."

With an honest apology, I offered the glass in front of Mr. Oyaji.

The glass has a light, transparent caramel color.

I always think the combination of the green fruit sunk at the bottom and the shades of ginger ale is just a little warm.

"Thank you for waiting. Saratoga Cooler."

At the same time, I was wondering if it would have been better if it had been one of the small workers.

Well, okay.

Even if you realize this is a 'non-alcoholic' - no, a 'non-potion cocktail', you're not the kind of person who gets angry.