'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"" Welcome!

When me and Sui opened the entrance door, a cheerful greeting arrived right in my ear.

If you look, Phil, who was having a conversation with a male guest, and Sally, who was washing, had a pleasant smile on this one.

Most importantly, the moment Sally saw my face, it was slightly distracting.

On behalf of Sally like that, Phil cut a conversation with a male guest and said as he took two from a overlapping coaster.

"Mr. General! Mr. Suey!"

Horrible, simply delightful, such a smile.

Is this what Phil looks like from a customer?

I could feel a little bit of what one of my female customers used to mean when she said "she's like a puppy when she finds her owner and she's cute".

I'll take a look around the store.

I came after eating after lightly bluffing the city with Sui, so the time was before 7pm.

Table seats are almost full. Looks like Rye is just going to the kitchen to deliver the order, and I can only see the back.

The counter, on the other hand, can still afford quite a bit. This one gets crowded after it's a little late.

"Is your seat vacant?

"It's okay! This way, please!

While saying, Phil placed the coaster over the edge, not in the center.

Well, they know exactly what an exam is.

Which seats will guests sit in the bar? Basically, it's the bartender's job to decide that.

This does not apply, of course, if the customer requests which seats they want to sit in.

Otherwise, however, the bartender sees the customer and directs his seat to the place where it was located.

For example, if you are a bright person who wants to talk to a lot of people, choose a central seat rather than the end of the counter.

Conversely, if you want to drink quietly rather than talk to people, you will be happy with the quiet end rather than the center of the gathering of people.

Others, given their gender, age, or customer relationship, the bartender chooses the seat that was in the person.

How a bartender can create a pleasant space in a place called a bar begins with the selection of seats.

And Phil put me and Suey through the edge.

Instead of putting us in the center and letting us participate in the conversation, it would be an indication of our desire to watch sales from a little further away.

When I was thinking about it, Sally approached me like Phil and I were replacements, and handed me and Suey an omelet.

"This way, please"

"Thanks"

First to Sue, then to me.

Um, that's a perfect sales smile. My eyes aren't laughing though.

When Sally had done that, she said she would leave the response to Phil, and went back to the wash.

Along the way, don't forget to wave a conversation to the men Phil was talking to.

"What do you want to do? Would you like to see the menu at once?

"Right. Let's get it over with."

"Yes, I did. Please wait."

This time, I'm not going to look at the job from the outside, so for now.

Phil immediately removed one of the menus from the shelves in the counter, the space where the trinkets were clustered.

We currently have two types of menus.

It's a cocktail-book-like menu that also covers simplified menus narrowed down to standard cocktails and details for those interested in cocktails.

Phil chose the latter of those two.

Hand it to me while I open the menu.

"Here's the menu, please"

"Yes, thank you"

Very trivial, but you should open the first page when you hand over the menu.

Because it only slightly reduces the hassle of the customer.

Furthermore, if a customer wants a beer in a last minute conversation, open a beer page and a cocktail page if you care about cocktails.

Such trivial care reaches one satisfaction in a pile.

Well, it's not a hard story.

I want to be as conscious as possible of what I am happy to be done.

"Is Suey making any decisions?

"Yeah. But let's make it a cocktail if it's because of you"

Sui turns the menu page with its thin fingertips.

First, on a base-by-base basis, in this case, the items are separated from "Gini", "Wotta", "Salam" and "Tayla", and then there are other items in bulk with "Other Potions".

But it's been quite a while since I've been able to do this too. There are often no new additions to the shelves at present, especially in the crease of 'Other'.

Mm-hmm. I need to think about fixing it, then going to training, then fixing it.

"Total? Do you want to be around it?

"Hmm? Uh. No."

Sui asked me because I was taking the other pages seriously.

Lift your eyes from the menu and I'll ask Phil.

"I'm not busy right now, so is Shake okay?

"Yes! It's okay!"

After checking the store properly, Phil answers.

There seems to be no indication that there will be a biased order for cocktails at the table.

Because it's inside me, I thought I'd avoid hassle-free cocktails, but it seems I'm still free.

"Bye. I like Sui. Pick me. 'Cause I'll do that, too."

"Yeah? Uh-huh."

As I said, I threw the order round to Sui.

Confused, roaring sui like trouble. This is also a slight return of interest earlier.

No, I'm sure it was my fault earlier, but I didn't think dessert alone would exceed the total price of my meal.

No, really, it's my fault I was sweet looking at the sweets in this world.

For a little while, you won't be punished for troubling Sui.

"Bye. This"

Sui pointed to one cocktail after a bit of trouble.

"... [Daikiri], right? Yes, sir."

In response to that order, Phil went into work quietly with a smile on his face.

"Why did you make it [Daikiri]?

"Somehow. In me, when I say cocktail, I'm like,"

Sui answers with a nostalgic eye.

I just remembered the day I met her, too.

Yes. [Daikiri] is the first 'shake' cocktail ever made in this world.

"... a cocktail"

I didn't tell anyone, I was squealing like that.

I come to this world and think of myself as a bartender again.

I remember the first moment in this world when I connected to people.

I think of everyone who needed me like that, even though I only had a cocktail.

And the first time you admitted me, nothing else.

I'm right in front of you, it's this girl.

"... total? Did I say something?

Did you notice my gaze, or did you notice the whining earlier?

Sui asks me, and I wonder what I answered.

No, you were talking about [Daikiri].

"... No, I said I like it too"

"... [Daikiri] but?

"[Daikiri] but"

What else were we talking about?

I decided to watch Phil move while I questioned the pursuit of a strange swim.

Fill to align ingredients, freeze glasses, and get into work with texture.

It's the first time I've trained as a bartender and it hasn't even been a year.

The eye peeking into the major cup is serious in itself. I don't see the usual somewhat unreliable attitude anywhere.

The original neat face goes hand in hand with what I say about the man, but he looked good.

And I was just thinking, Phil turned this way once and said it like it was hard to say.

"Um, Mr. General. It's hard to do if you can stare too much."

"... you know. I told you it's my job to be seen."

"But the"

Phil narrows his voice a little, but also eats down.

The lack of confidence around here remains the same.

"See, total. It's pathetic to bully an apprentice."

"All right, all right. Don't concentrate and ask me."

Sui told me, I shifted my gaze with a bitter laugh.

At the edge of his vision, Phil looked slightly hoarse.

When I turn back to Sui, Sui asks with a face that bothers me.

"Don't you have to look at Sally?

"... he and I did it a little before the store opened."

"Did you do it?

"Well, it's no big deal"

I just motivated him a little before sales, I tell him.

Hmm, and Sui nods, but then tells him to deny it.

"But from now on, Sally's looking at me like a flicker. Wow, I care."

"... said it wasn't a big deal"

"Really?"

"Really."

It's just that, hey, Surrey's eyeing me right now.

That's what I thought in my mind, Phil had finished pouring ingredients into Shaker and was in Shake's position.

Because of what I taught you, even the habit of striking coconuts on slabs, has shifted.

But because of that, I could see the moment clearly.

A regular metal sound echoes into the store.

Phil's shake is beautiful.

Although it is a familiar sight in this store, there are still many people who follow it with their eyes.

And the family members who were bickering at the table. And the guys who were laughing at each other at the counter.

Phil was distracted by the world of sounds he made.

This view I see from outside the counter.

Looking at this, I don't think so.

Now is not the moment when this world first embraces cocktails into itself.

Without my involvement.

Without needing me.

Cocktails are the first moment in the world.

The strange emotion melts into the chest.

While I feel comfortable accomplishing, the dry part of me whispered.

But it's still not enough.

This is not enough yet. I haven't been able to do anything yet.

Materials, technology, knowledge, visibility.

Everything is missing.

Not filled.

The point where I should aim is, I haven't seen anything yet.

... the point to aim for?

What is the point to aim for?

Being a top notch bartender. That's right as a goal.

Correct as a goal, but what was the purpose?

How did I become a bartender in the first place?

Because I like alcohol. There will be that. But it's not enough.

Because I fell into a gaming company. There will be that too. But it's not enough.

Something, one more thing.

The key, something, is missing...?

"Excuse me."

To Phil's voice, I returned it to me.

He puts a distinctive 'cocktail glass', like a handle on the reverse triangle, on each coaster, me and Suey.

This' cocktail glass' was specially made in Mr. Kamui's workshop. It also seemed like one sign that this world accepted cocktails.

Such a glass is so beautiful with only thin blurry frost.

Phil checks the position of the glass, then pours the liquid into my glass first.

A thin white liquid flowing from the shaker quietly fills the glass.

Along the way, when he poured it to about half, Phil moved the shaker straight to Suey's glass.

And in a glass of sui, I finish pouring the capacity for one person, roughly 60 ml, and then I go back to my glass again.

I poured the last drop into my glass and cut the shaker.

Leaving a pleasant sound called Karan, Phil smiles.

"Thank you for waiting. [Daikiri]."

After receiving the voice, I quietly reached for the glass.

A well cooled glass conveys cold air to the finger.

I pinched that rod-shaped handle that would break if I gripped it hard, and I turned my gaze to Sui.

Sui holds the glass again, just like me, and puts it up a little.

I smiled and thought of something to celebrate today in my head.

"So, for the twins' first combined sales,"

"Cheers."

Phil and Suey laughed a little bitterly in my mouth.

Meet the swimming glass only lightly, and when you have it, make a shout, then include the liquid.

The strength of the salam potion and the refreshing acidity of the lime, with a hint of syrup sweetness there.

The first cocktail I drank as a guest in this world was a little awkward.

Still, it gives a sense of a neat future. It tasted like that.