'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

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Fren has a slightly blurry vision and looks forward.

Somewhat drunk, but still able to turn my consciousness to the liquid in front of me.

In Fren's eyes, we don't even know who the cocktail is.

that the light caramel coloured liquid is ginger ale and that it contains lime.

And it can be seen that fine ice fills the glass and the carbonation bubbles are moving slowly.

He bit the straw he was inserting, and Fren took a bite.

Flowing in from the exit of the straw is a good acidity and sweetness, as well as a shriveled mouthfeel of carbonation.

Not like just ginger ale again.

acidity by lime, the enveloping sweetness of syrup.

The pointed part of ginger ale soothes for a more cohesive and refreshing taste.

Even if the sweet spicy liquid spread over your tongue fills every inch of your mouth with shwashwa, it doesn't have the strength to sting.

A moderate citrus flavor keeps you running loosely so you can relax and chill.

There is no 'that feeling' to follow there.

And swallow it, and I knew that clearly.

Slowly stimulates the throat, however refreshing.

There was no heat, like staining my body through my throat.

No matter how drunk you get, Fren's tongue doesn't lie.

Weak, strong. If it's about the difference, you'll be deluded.

But I clearly see the difference between "there is" and "there isn't".

"Kid, this is"

"Maybe, as you can imagine. I thought that was the one the customers needed right now."

"... I see."

Friend also understood the meaning of the gentle grin of the young man in front of him.

The heart behind it, caring for others, did also convey.

I didn't mean to be so forward or backward unconscious that I couldn't admit it.

But.

"Kid, come here for a second"

Fren called the young man in front of him, feeling just a little anger.

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"... uh, anything?

"Good, come on."

It was a somewhat unexpected reaction.

Mr. Oyaji ignores everything I say and do and makes a call.

After Mr. Oyaji took a sip, I followed the change in expression closely.

Therefore, just a little on that look.

Because I couldn't read it.

It's not like I'm angry. Or, I'm not happy either.

If I were to say so, Sui and Rye were thriving and couldn't go in, it looked similar to the look on their faces at that time.

While I'm confused, it's only easy to clear the workplace and get out of the counter.

And I walked to Mr. Oyaji's next door.

"Uh, here we are."

"... stand there"

When I spoke in horror, Mr. Oyaji stood up and looked at me with a slightly rested eye.

Upright in the place as I was told.

Shortly afterwards, Mr. Oyaji's arm suddenly stretched out to his chest, and I stood up.

But Mr. Oyaji grabbed my shoulder instead of grabbing the chest barn.

"... Yes?

"Sit down!

"Wow!?

Without hearing my reply, Mr. Oyaji moved my body forcefully.

I resisted a little, but it was also vain, and as it was, I was seated next to Mr. Oyaji.

... Why?

"Wait a minute."

Sooner or later, Mr. Oyaji puts me in that state and walks into the counter alone.

I opened the refrigerated showcase, which had been newly installed in the space on the shelf side, knowing as it was.

This showcase is one of the new ones we have made as we begin to treat ales on the bar side. Inside is a bottle of ale and a glass for it so that you can drink the cold ale in a cold glass.

Naturally, in the showcase, many ales made by Kibushi, for which Mr. Oyaji was in charge of purchasing, have been chilled.

Mr. Oyaji grabbed one of them unconstitutionally and did not prepare a glass. I walked right out to the center of the counter, right in front of me.

"Ooh, this is your share. It's my luxury."

Sizzler (a tool that looks like the plug for the bottle was combined with the plug for the plug) was removed from the small storage unmade, Yale's plug was opened, and then Mr. Oyaji put it out.

I'll take it easy on you. Do you mean drink it?

"Okay, I'll take it"

I put my mouth on the bottle for a moment. It still tasted the same as what I had been drinking until earlier.

I take about two sips of that with Gokulygokuri and ask Mr. Oyaji.

"Uh, so what's this?

"Delicious?

"It is, yes"

"Then I'll be your bartender today. Ale is the only one who can get it out."

Mr. Oyaji told me that I was very confused again.

Mr. Oyaji said you'd bartender for me?

No, no, no matter how you look at it, it's Mr. Oyaji who's drunk, and it's not my job to take care of him.

The whole position is the opposite in this state.

Keep that confusion out of your mouth.

"Well, not today, or now I'm gonna take Mr. Oyaji."

"That."

"Yes?"

"I don't like that."

They told me they didn't like it straight, and I ate it.

I didn't know what the hell I was being pursued for.

Mr. Oyaji throws up on me like that and then speaks out.

"That's one of yours. I know. I know exactly what you think. I'm drunk now, too, I don't know. I'm not dumb enough. You're better than me, at least in terms of drinks. I think you can make something delicious. So I know. That's for sure, the one I need right now, and the best you can think of."

In a slightly abusive tone, I can tell Mr. Oyaji complimented me straight.

That wasn't a very exiting word from him usually.

"Eh, thank you for that"

"But I don't. I told you. Let's go to another house and have a drink together."

"... ha"

I understand that too.

But looking at Mr. Oyaji's condition, I chose this place. Here, I can make something that fits Mr. Oyaji's health, and I'm easy to pace what I drink.

Whatever you think, there shouldn't be any problems with it, but I don't see any reason to blame it.

As I remained perplexed, Mr. Oyaji alternately pointed at me and himself after sighing.

"Don't you see? This?"

"Uh, yes"

"You, for example, are in this state. I'm here, you're there. Now you're telling me we're drinking together, normal? You're not gonna tell me, are you? You're drinking, and I'm customer service. That's what you say, isn't it?

".................. Huh!

I did notice that word.

That's what I thought of his words.

'Mr. Oyaji doesn't seem to drink enough. Then I'll give you a proper drink. "

At this point, I wasn't drinking with Mr. Oyaji, I was trying to get Mr. Oyaji home safely.

And the thought was stuck in a cup earlier.

The thought was clearly conveyed to Mr. Oyaji.

You don't know if you understand me like that, Mr. Oyaji seems a little lonely.

No, I rather continued my words with regret.

"It's far away. You always do. Against everyone. There's a lot of distance for one of these counters. It's not just the customers. Even for Phil and Sally's" Apprentice. "Even for Iberis and Bergamo. Me, Sue, and Rye. And" Family. "My heart is pulling back against everyone. Customer service would be nice, but not right now, right?

The usual Mr. Oyaji thought it was a word he would never say.

On the other side of the counter, staring at me.

Still, he was telling me about me as a family.

With terribly lonely eyes.

As if to blame myself for not understanding it.

"... family..."

"That's how you look so unexpected. At least, we're done. You look like a family. You know what I'm talking about?

Don, and Mr. Oyaji slapped the counter table.

Unexpectedly I shake my body with Bikun, but Mr. Oyaji keeps his face close to me and says:

"I don't want you to serve me today. Together, I want you to be a Gundeng. You know what? I want you to say," Okay, let's have a drink. "See?"

When I was serving as a bartender, it was an absolutely impossible sense of distance.

At least I never intimidate customers.

Yes. It can't be this distance.

So I know.

This is the kind of distance Mr. Oyaji wants right now.

"... Excuse me, Mr. Oyaji, one thing first"

"Ooh."

"Don't slap the counter. It's one of the most important pieces."

"... you"

"And one more thing"

First, I told him what I wanted to say properly as a bartender.

And after this, not as a bartender, but as a word of mine.

"Cocktails after this take time to make. Whatever, because it takes time to get around. May I?

I laughed as naturally as I could and let him say it.

After a little surprise, Mr. Oyaji showed his nibbles and teeth.