'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

I put my mouth on the liquid without putting my hair in between from the toast.

As I said earlier, "Eight Years", which I usually prefer, tastes rough and deep flavors living together.

Compared to that, what about Rare Breed?

The first difference is the heavy softness of the drink. Not only is it rough, but it has an intense flavour that spreads around the moment it spreads across your tongue.

The speed of running out is eight years faster, but the chase of flavor later is more awesome on Rare Breed.

Years of sleeping thoughts in the barrel seem to step out of that foot loosely.

When you swallow the liquid, it spreads from the back of your throat with twitching, aromatic sweetness. A fragrant flavor that goes out of your nose when you breathe.

Wild turkey-like, discerning roughness hisses, but never.

Instead, each step of it seems heavier and sounds a lot more to my mind.

Bourbon is more than half the main raw material is corn. The difference between not using barley malt, the main ingredient of Scotch whiskey, manifests itself in its unique sweetness.

Scotch's If that's elegant wheat sweetness, bourbon is pleasant corn sweetness.

It's easy to understand, flashy, and a little habitual.

But when you get used to that habit, the taste ahead is wide.

Personally, I also have the image that it goes well with rock. It could be my personal image, because I am often drunk slightly abusively.

Is this also, in other words, a story of imagination...

"It doesn't work... this is strong inside"

"It's strong, but it's wide and deep. Imagine the vast fields of America"

And while we say whatever we want, we tip the glass again.

A little bit, the ice melts, even in winter. The 'rare breed', which is gently hydrogenated, exhibits a burning sweetness that is more and more hidden in it.

Torisu and I said that it was obvious and not like this, and we forgot about the knob until we emptied the first glass.

"With that said, what was it like to be your friend you were dating earlier?

I forgot how many glasses I had. Torisu said in a serious voice as he was pounding his tongue on a wonderful cup.

On the table, the egg rolls made by Torizu as knobs and the stir-fry of the palm and cabbage I made are seated without being divided into small plates.

Because whiskey is brown, by the mysterious theory that brown seasoning should suit, seasoning is soy sauce and noodle sauce.

"Hmm, what?

"That's why those kids, they dated recently, right? How we got along, how we confessed, how our first date was."

In response to Torisu's question, I only dug a few memories, and that was it.

"No, I don't. I didn't hear much about it."

"Uh? So, what are your plans for the future or something?

"Come on. If you feel like it, you're gonna graduate, and then you're gonna get married or something."

I put 'Rare Breed' in my mouth as I said.

The aromatic taste blows away Moya Moya for questions that I don't really understand.

But Torisu asks me even more, as he says he doesn't like it.

"Don't you care? Let's use it as a reference for ourselves, or more like this if we were ourselves."

"Think about it. What are you going to do? You don't know that until you try to be yourself."

To my answer, Torisu had a difficult look on his face.

"Total. A little good?

"Hmm? What?

As I enjoy the aftertaste of alcohol and wait for words with my hands on my knobs, she softly gets out of here and sits next to me.

And all of a sudden, he reached for my head.

I couldn't handle the rash, but her hand touched her hair and she pulls herself away a lot.

"What are you doing?"

"Confirm"

"Huh?"

Torisu stares at me when I'm depressed.

"People who don't like to be touched think that's a good thing."

Well, I missed my look at you.

Torisu keeps letting his face dive into my sight like he won't allow it.

"Sum, right?"

"What do you mean, psychology or something?

"... I'm probably the closest thing to the total. Still, I think."

"That's a lot of confidence."

I slapped my usual hatred as I ran away from Torisu talking in a sudden serial mood.

But Torisu never comes aboard it, and he connects the words with the rhetoric.

"─ Are you afraid of people?

"... what?

To Torisu's abrupt words, I was returning to a sense of self-derision without knowing what it meant.

"I'm scared of people. Yeah, but I'm sure it's troublesome for a bunch of guys who like your relationship."

"No. That's not it. In the end, whoever you are with, you have a wall in your heart. I'm with someone else, maybe."

"... what are you talking about? It's too early to get drunk, you know."

As I answer, my heart is beating an early bell to get out of the way.

I can see myself smiling dry.

But I don't know what that means. I don't know how scared I am of people.

And yet, I can't escape Torisu's gaze.

"Hey, total. I brought you alcohol today, so listen to me for once."

"... whatever it is."

"Please."

Don't be silly.

And, to laugh, Torisu had too serious an eye.

I don't know what that means.

I was just talking about a friend, why, it's like people are scared.

"... what's the purpose of doing that?

"so that the total can enjoy alcohol more than it is now"

…………

I have no idea what that means, but Torisu was serious.

I reach for the glass once without responding.

Shake the ice and include its deep taste smudged out of the barrel in your mouth.

A liquid gem that fills the mouth.

If this tastes even better, says Torisu, who is nothing else.

I thought maybe it might be a good idea to hang out with him for a little while.

"I get it. What am I supposed to do?

In response, Torisu narrowed his eyes and gave me a soothing look.

"Well, it's easy. Don't resist until you say it's good."

"... resistance?

"Start"

Sooner or later, Torisu's hand came to my head again.

I thought I would be touched again, but I waited motionlessly before I drank Torisu's request.

The fact that Torisu caressed his head unintentionally, not once or twice.

"─ Huh?

That's what I was thinking, my stretched hand made a slightly different move than I expected.

Torisu tries to get himself out and wraps my back of the head with the hand he was stretching out.

Soon as I felt the warm hand, she held my head against her chest.

A soft, warm feel conveys the surface of the face and reaches the cerebral cord.

As soon as possible, the blood about to boil moves his head forcefully to try to leave the scene.

But not only the hand that was holding the back of my head, but the other hand wrapped around the top of my head.

I couldn't move with Torisu holding my head in my arms.

"Don't resist. 'Cause it's okay."

I don't know what that means.

The soft feeling in her chest is so dull that I want to leave the place right now.

But I guess Torisu isn't going to forgive that.

Her hand attached to the top of her head gently strokes my head.

"You heard me before. The whole story is that I liked the game and got into this college."

Torisu said to make sure of something.

For a long time, I hardly had a hobby.

When I was a kid, I was a kid playing in the house.

It's not like I'm bad at exercising. There's just something I like better than exercise.

That was the game.

I liked RPG, among other things.

A protagonist who manipulates himself experiences a variety of dramas.

Success, failure, misery, overcoming trials, and finally bringing peace to the world.

That's such an inspiring story.

While I was playing the game, I felt as if I was in that world, and that I couldn't wait to be happy.

"But how did the total, like the game?

"... it"

That's because.

Because I felt like the world of games was the only one that needed me.

I don't remember being abused by my parents.

But I don't think they cared.

I had a brother. He was an extraordinarily good brother compared to me.

He's such a brother that he shoulders his parents' expectations all by himself and doesn't bitterly respond to them.

I was born after that brother.

What a mediocre brother he was compared to his brother.

The parents' expectations gathered on their brother. Hiding in the shadow of my brother, I was like no different to my parents whether they were here or not.

It was the game that gave me a place like that.

"While I was playing the game, I was the main character."

"Yeah."

Even if the blood of my family sees me as absent.

The inhabitants of the electric virtual world saw me as the main character.

So I slipped into the game.

"I get it. Neither did I. In the Torisu family, I was miserable."

"Torisu, no"

Call me Ibuki.

Against my words seemed lonely, Torisu - Ibuki continued.

"I'm not the total, so I'm in a different position. They treated me like I wasn't with my parents. But other than my parents, they might have needed me. Look, because she's beautiful."

I don't see her face.

But I must have found myself with a lonely grin like I'd never seen before.

I wish I had a good laugh about it as much as I do when I make jokes.

"So maybe the total has been bothering me"

"... me?

"I'm not lying about alcoholic friends, either. But I thought before that." This guy's with me, and he's the one I didn't get from the guy I wanted. "

My spine got cold.

Me and Ibuki, the cold part of our hearts, were exposed together.

I hesitated there.

I was afraid to step in.

I pushed away from her.

But Ibuki never let go of me.

"Only for me, sweet is good. Only to me, you can spit it out. I'm only sweet on the whole, and only on the whole, because I'm on my own. So only to me, you can get close."

The sound of it was too sweet and scary.

It was a thought that would destroy the values I had built.

"Why are you saying that?"

"I don't know, because I wanted to"

"... I don't know... split up. About myself."

"... you'll see the total one day. I mean, I don't know."

I felt a heartbeat coming from the back of her chest when she was held back.

Dokundokun and improbably fast.

No, maybe that's my heartbeat.

Because we're on our side so much that we don't know which way it is anymore.

"Hey, total. Call me by name."

"... why not"

"Break the walls there yourself."

"... Ibuki"

When I called her by her name, she held me tighter.

"Total. I know only one thing."

"What?

"I think this sentiment is love, that you have to hold the whole thing together"

My cheeks get a little hot.

Ibuki said quickly, to fix it.

"I don't know if this is love, love, or fraternity,"

"... after all, don't you get it"

"That's right. But remember the whole story. I, Ibuki Torisu. Because I'm the only one who needs the total because the total doesn't need it from anyone in this world."

Go on the scale.

Such a luminous clinging came to mind.

Still, it was another different hate out of my mouth.

"I feel like I'm just forgetting about you."

"That's what I'm going to say right away. No more."

I heard a slightly annoying voice.

Ibuki let me go at that stage.

Now that I'm free, my head goes back to where it belonged with nature. Ibuki also came into the torch after trembling a little cold.

It feels like we're back in position for the first torch.

Me and Ibuki stared at each other from the front and lost sight of each other.

"Hey, why are you looking at me? Hey, sister, I'm embarrassed because I was in Maj mode."

"I'm embarrassed, too. A drunk friend suddenly said something about Poemy."

"Oh my God, you Yarrow!

We both try to get the air back that went crazy.

Yet there was weird air flowing, as if we were both going around in the sky.

".................. eh"

"... what the hell"

"... nothing"

"............... me neither"

"…… yes"

".................. oops"

Karan.

Like I saw us like that, the ice in the rock glass melted and made a noise.

Ibuki and I looked at the glass at the same time, and then we looked at each other.

I went crazy a little bit and they both laughed at the same time.

"It's not colourful. There's no booze there, is there, So-kun?"

"Ugh. Ibuki would have reacted faster."

We held each glass in our hands as we pointed it out to each other.

Ibuki says with a translator's face, like, let's re-order a toast.

"Well, today is our first friend anniversary."

"Is that a good thing?

"Yeah. Wow."

After that, we both chanted a toast and paired the glasses.

"Speaking of which,"

"What?"

When I leaked my voice, Ibuki urged me to continue.

In return for nothing, I uttered one way of calling it today, which is nothing.

"It was Christmas Eve."

"Oh, my God!

Ibuki laughed and burst into my vague remarks.

After that, Merry Christmas and, you two, laugh, get drunk.

We both fell asleep in the torch.

The next day, Ibuki, slightly weaker than me, was sniffing at Zoozoo.