'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"" Uh, ah. "

Take my voice, two of the bartenders leak their voices.

The two of us were confused when we did it to our mother's words, but now it seems that this occasion has finally reminded us that it is a calm bar counter.

"And excuse me!

"Your order is back!

Sally and Phil, when they return to me all the time, bow their heads with peck and then hurry back to work.

After I make sure those two start working, I'll hurry up and apologize to the counter and to the table where you're enjoying the food.

"I'm so sorry to disturb you. My name is Evening Mist General and I am the staff of this store. Actually, today, it was the first sale of two newcomers, and I got a little bummed. I will try not to have this happen in the future, so I hope you will forgive me with generosity. Stay put, if you enjoy your meal."

"... too, I'm sorry"

Head down at an angle almost at right angles or so.

Seeing how it was, Sui, who had not yet worked well in his thoughts, also imitated it as an aside.

Guests at the table still seem to care about this one, but head back to the paralysis and dining.

Hopefully this will soothe the negative impression at all......

I finished everything I had to do as quickly as I could.

I exhale in a small way.

And finally, yes.

"And customers. Please, will you at least keep quiet, to the toast?

"I'm not shouting, am I?

"... because I'll be the one to talk to as much as I want"

I shake the glass slightly with a tired grin. Every swinging ice seems to reveal my tired comfort.

It's a big downside that has made the place so noisy.

What prevented me from ending that in peace was my lack of strength.

And it was my responsibility for failing to successfully educate and follow up the two disciples that caused it in the first place.

The head of the bar division in nominal terms is certainly a swim.

But I'm practically the one developing the apprentice.

If this is such a mess, it's on me.

So even if I get a slightly worse impression, I just had to oh there.

No, I'm sure there are better ways to do it. Still, that's all I could do right now.

Such a good place to disqualify a master who is a store manager.

That the least sinful destruction of today's commotion is for me to do with the delightful offender myself.

I'm a guest today, too, but I didn't lose my temper to think of the store. Contribute to sales at best.

Knowing or not how I felt, Rasquil had a compelling grin.

"Ugh, yeah. I would love for you to do that. Mr. Bartender-- No, Mr. Evening Fog, he's not a bartender now, he's a customer, right?

…… Ha, well. "

"Hehe. Ugh."

Her question, like looking into my heart.

Rasquil goes deeper with his grin as he looks at it.

Before I got to the point where the question was intended, I was slapped in the shoulder with a ton from behind.

"Total. Would you like to change seats?

Sui said to me with a slightly stronger eye than before.

Maybe Sui feels responsible for being sui too.

But leaving her to Rasquil's opponent now is a bit of anxiety.

I whisper like I can only hear Sui, I say.

"... no sui. I'm the one dealing with this guy for today."

"Because it's good. I'd like you to take my place."

I beg your pardon, but the tone is compulsion.

I felt that gaze look strongly at the silver-haired woman beyond me.

"... well, nothing good"

Speaking of which, Suey was talking about something between us when Ruskyl used to come.

Maybe it's something you want to talk about.

Then it would be more fun to talk about Rasquil as well.

That's how Rasquil grabbed my arm when he tried to get up.

"Hehe. I want to talk to Mr. Evening Mist."

"No. No one threatens the assets of this store"

"I'm not just gonna tell you a little bit about threatening you"

"That's no good. No one with the eyes of a prey."

Raptors for prey...

Nothing meshes. I have a feeling something's off in my head.

Suey doesn't want you to talk to Rasquil, she doesn't want you to talk to me?

I remember looking at the women alternately who wouldn't give each other a step.

Speaking of which, what a no when I was previously solicited by this vampire.

'It's easy. The bartender in business is' It won't belong to anyone '. If you wanted to dictate bartenders, you should have left them out of business hours'

Yes. I said bartenders in business can't be solicited. I did say it.

And now I'm a bartender outside of business hours.

Solicitation, can't you?

My spine got cold all the time.

I held it for a little while.

"Um, I'm just gonna go wash up."

I finally feel like I'm in danger, and I try to get up.

An unexpected amount of power grabbed my arm.

Smiling, vampire.

Hey, a little magic, dude.

"No, you know, it's just going to leak, hey. It's as good as changing seats."

"Hehe, Mr. Evening Mist. If you tell me you're not gonna change seats, I'll let you go, okay?

"Total, no. Because you can't. You know that, right? Worst case scenario, say no because you can leak it."

"It's not good. I'm just talking to my beautiful sister for a second."

Just give it up, you vampire! How self-absorbed are you!

You said you were gonna wait for your kid to grow up! Wait a minute!

But the noise I made earlier also caused me to suffer from a lack of strength, making a weakness and then putting it in there.

I can't say enough about the possibility being zero is what scares this woman.

"Because I can't. The whole thing is a store thing, so there's no room for it, so no."

And Suey, pick some more words and say no! You're too vocabulary weak!

How come Rasquil's thoughts on me are so obvious that he hasn't recovered?

Now, what can I say in this situation?

When I slipped my gaze, I had eyes with Isotoma, a middle-aged man who was still watching us.

He snorts one at me. It's like I said, 'Leave it to me'.

And he stood up refreshed, walking up to me with tech.

Taking the gaze of two women, Isotoma says with a kimeface.

"Ma'am. I'm a handsome mouth, too. Because instead of the master, I'm the one who does the night's work."

"Ugh. I'll take another chance."

"─ Be..."

As it was, Isotoma's words disappeared with a butt shrink.

Later, the silhouette of Odysama holds down his chest with a push-up and a subtraction.

Mr. Isotoma... he said he was impotent.

But he became a clown to save me.

What a thankful regular customer you are trying to rescue me with a joke.

Right? You're not seriously disappointed in something, are you?

It's your fault, isn't it?

But without knowing his true intentions like that, there were those who pursued him.

"... Isotoma. Um, to my mother, what...?

To that dong-pulling voice, Mr. Isotoma looks up all the time.

In front of him was Sally's, usually lovable, contemptuous eye that sees filth.

"... Sally. There are circumstances to this."

"That. Well, I'm an adult. Love is free, so nothing. I don't care."

"... so, you know"

Isotoma tries to overlap the words of illustration, but Sally doesn't look anymore.

I put [Gin Tonic] on my own mother's coaster as it was.

"Thank you for waiting. [Gin Tonic]. And, uh, Mother. Mr. Isotoma is a very good man...... but please don't talk like that in front of me?

"Sally, I need you to wait a minute. I'm not a woman who cares about anyone. That might loosen the standards a bit."

Rasquil was also slightly frightened by Sally's despised gaze.

I don't know what it is, but she also has certain criteria and doings for choosing a man. In her national pattern, if she were human, she might be the criterion for choosing 'livestock'.

And they have her own pride there.

"No, because I know my mother wants to eat scattered equally, from beautiful boys to uncles."

"Sally, it's different from there. Even for me in the first place, the first impression is as much as I want them to be."

As Sally tries to leave without looking her in the eye, the mother tries to enter the explanation in a slight panic.

You lost your mind on that exchange, and the power of Rasquil's hand fell out.

I escaped custody by poking at the gap for a moment.

"Oh, shit."

"So you're free to change seats."

I headed to the bathroom in the store so I could escape the scene.

And then, looking back, I see Sally and I were starting a conversation in the same place.

She winked at me, smiled and showed me.

I see, you're the one who really helped me.

Maybe there was a return of interest to my mother, but thank you, Sally.

With my thanks to Sally, I'm on my way to the bathroom.

Bergamo, who just finished carrying the dish, finds my face and comes near me.

The look on my face didn't feel too floating, so I just got a little carried away, too.

"Total. What was that yelling noise earlier?

"... there's a lot going on. What about Mr. Oyaji?

"You'll have to explain later."

I guess so.

I guess Mr. Oyaji is pretty crunchy about the earlier matter to see Bergamo's unfloating expression.

Whatever the circumstances, scolding the staff in front of the customer is not very good. Most of it makes customers feel good when they see it.

This is Mr. Oyaji's shop, Mr. Oyaji has a longer customer service business. So give me my yelling voice, and I'll be more or less guessing.

All I can do is get Mr. Oyaji to preach Mitch later.

"Do you want me to tell him to be good so he doesn't get too angry?

"... sorry. Well, just so you know..."

And I briefly explained the situation and asked Bergamo for an excuse.

I told the truth as much as I could, so I can only believe in Bergamo's footcolor power.

... Ha, I'm heavy.