A band lined up on the stage is breathing quietly. A conductor stepped forward raised his hand. Shortly afterwards, music for the dance slowly began to play to the venue.
I'm oblivious to the music itself, so all I know is that it's a slow paced song, but that's not the problem right now.
As we reached that stage, we finally exhaled, recognizing that the place had settled.
"Is he alive?
"... somehow"
"... I'm really tired"
I joked and tried to speak up, and Phil and Sally responded with a careless voice, waving flirtatiously.
Until then, the visitors were visiting in secret, but for the time of the dance, just a little stop the hand holding the glass and the way it starts to intrigue me to dance.
The party may be the real deal from now on, but for those of us who kept making drinks, it was finally a 'little pause'.
"How many drinks do you think I made?
"Hundreds for sure"
"Thousands... I don't think I've crossed them."
Of course, none of the three of us know the exact numbers or anything. However, once all the glasses I had prepared at the venue were dashed, and there were few extra glasses left to bring.
I don't remember the exact number but it should have been a few hundred the first one I had available, so it would be about double that.
To be clear, more people tried 'cocktails' for the most part than was assumed. The very existence of 'cocktails' is probably more widespread in this country than I think.
"After this, how was it?
"The meeting should be over when the dance is over. So as much as the dance started, I think you could have started cleaning it up."
"No, there's a guy called Last Order. It doesn't really matter to us."
Party cleanup has started secretly before the party is over. Of course, I don't blatantly lower my cooking. Lower your empty glasses and plates or stop bringing new dishes.
Should this one also feel like turning one to clean up from the previous attitude of turning the three of us to full?
Finally, the last order for 'Easy's' is when the customer says he doesn't drink anymore, so starting to clean up when people are around is somewhat of a bad fit.
"Even so, the staff in the back does the laundry, and you don't have anything to do with it."
Yes. Usually it's a bartender's job, including washing things, but this time it's different on its own.
This one even, just pack the drinks in the glass you have in the back. The washing is done where another clerk is invisible.
Naturally, we don't see what needs to be cleaned up.
It was when we got shabby and watched blurry dancing in a space set in the center.
"Dear Phil!
"Hih."
A girly voice turned to us all the time. To that voice, only Phil reacts with Vikri.
I shifted my gaze over there and there was a glossy brunette, little girl figure.
The girl wore much more gorgeous dresses than she usually sees, and looked at this one with such a grin that she couldn't beat that dress.
"... Mr. Cravel, you were here"
"Yeah. Of course I am. Still, I thought I, Phil, shouldn't be disturbing you, and I've been patient talking to you. It was very hard."
"Oh, really?"
Phil's expression was a slightly convoluted grin at the girl whose eyes narrowed inadvertently.
Her name is Cravel Safina. She is the top daughter of an up-and-coming chamber of commerce called the Safina Chamber of Commerce, and a girl who has recently turned into our regular.
Her purpose is to enter into an exclusive sales agreement for the "carbonated beverages" offered at our store. That's superficial.
So, the purpose behind it was to undoubtedly come and see Phil.
Anyway, she liked Phil and he exuded so much love aura that whoever saw it could tell.
Sometimes a bold and sometimes calm step in is greatly fuelling Phil's feelings like his wife.
And she's one of those good customers who kept supporting store sales even when I wasn't around.
"Your order?
Turning to Phil, who was a little twitchy with the appearance of Cravel, I asked again with a bitter laugh.
Krabel conceives a little and answers with a slightly pranky look.
"Dear Phil, I'd like you to have one."
"Yes, sir."
"Mr. General!?
When I jokingly answered her joke too, Phil shouted out that only one person seemed to be joking.
Three other people except Phil laugh a little and move on to his overreaction like that.
"It was a joke. Now I'd like to have [Cassis Orange], would you mind?
"It's good. I have ingredients."
I responded to her order with a slightly shattered attitude than normal customer service.
The ingredients I don't need on the oral menu are also quite brought here at my discretion.
Not to miss the admiration of someone who was particularly interested in cocktails.
When I took the 'cassis liqueur' out of the fridge, I gently gave it to Phil.
"Yes, Phil. I got it."
"... Isn't that the general who took the order"
Looking at me with a little resentment, Phil starts making cocktails in silence.
This [cassis orange] is a fairly well-known product, abbreviated as' casiole 'or something.
Easy to make. Just turn the [screwdriver] vodka into cassis liqueur.
In a larger tumbler with ice, add 30 to 45 ml of cassis and steer well after putting it up with orange juice and it will be complete.
Adjusting the amount of cassis according to preference leaves the orange feeling refreshed or accentuates the sweetness of the cassis quite wide.
Personally, I also think that it is ant to reduce cassis liqueur to about 15ml.
It's basically a pretty sweet, drinkable 'cocktail' though.
If you can't resist a sweet drink, is it a great cup to serve as a cocktail entrance?
"Here you go"
"Yes, I've been waiting for a drink from Master Phil."
"... it's heavy"
Phil was somewhat clearly bitter about the same Cravel reaction.
Nevertheless, those words were lightly channelled by Cravel, and she included Phil's made cocktail in her mouth looking delicious.
"Even so, you make it with the ratio I used to say it was delicious"
"It's... well"
"Dear Phil, I love that."
"So!"
Phil groans as he turns slightly red.
Whatever you say, I guess Cravel realizes he'll just be happy in the end.
Even that Phil's perceived attitude makes Cravel a little happy.
In my opinion, it's not like Phil hates Cravel either. You just don't know how to respond to her straightforward expression of affection.
Essentially, in the bar, the relationship between the clerk and the customer is judgmental, but it is difficult to be overly conscious and confused.
For a little while, should there be a reward for regular customers?
…………
"Because of this, Phil. I've got enough hands, so why don't you come dance with Miss Cravel?
"... Yes?
"Well, are you sure!?
When I came up with the suggestion, Phil and Cravel each returned a contrasting reaction.
Phil said just one word with a grumpy, pompous look.
Cravel seems to be grinning like a hunter happy that his prey has come within reach.
Then a few moments late, it seems Phil finally swallowed my statement.
"Yes, no, no. He said it's not nice. Cleaning up is a disciple's job, Mr. President."
"It's about as good as today."
"Why!?
Phil stuffing me with tears as he turns his face bright red.
I ghost my heart out, but I push Phil away.
"Because you always rely on me at times like this. Sometimes you want me to do something by myself."
"Yes, I apologize if I didn't like it."
"I don't hate it. Not at all."
It's just that I don't know much about it either, but I'm in trouble even if I'm counted on.
There was no way he could hear my heart, and Phil was moving his mouth around the waist, wondering what to do.
"Yes, Phil. Go ahead."
The voice belonged to Sally.
On this strange occasion, where I stood up, Phil, and Cravel leaned softly against me, Sally, who was just free, kept the dust and a glass on the counter.
"I don't lime, but you like it, Teyla"
…………
Speaking of which, you still haven't put a drop of Phil in today.
Phil sighed, ha, compared to the glass with 'Tayla' placed in front of him and me and Sally and the excited face cravel.
"I'll have..."
And all the while, I pour in Tayla's shot.
Ku, and after groaning low, he slapped his pussy on the cheek and turned back to Cravel.
"Mr. Cravel. I'm telling you, I was good at dancing."
"Yes, I'd love to escort you."
Leaving the word behind, Phil, the expression of determination, headed towards the central dance square. Side by side, take a cravel that's honking your throat like a cat.
"You did a good job."
"... I wonder"
While I gently dropped off those two, my thoughts and those of Sally melted quietly into the music.
Slightly, but my gaze from Sally hurts.
"... Sally doesn't seem to be coming either if it feels like this, or you can dance"
"... that's what you say?
Sally's eyes staring at me seemed to be pursuing 'put yourself on the shelf'.
If I poke it further, would it be something like 'you know how I feel'?
In the end, I haven't been able to make myself clear to Sally and Sue yet.
Again, they haven't made it clear.
Oh, and I'm leaving my heart's moya moya intact, and I'm spending my days.
I have been clearly aware of it.
I once liked Ibuki Torisu.
And I also know that my feelings for Sui and Sally are different from those that were directed at that Tori-Su Ibuki.
But I also feel that it doesn't mean that I don't like them or anything.
After all, I haven't been able to give you an answer yet.
For God's sake, I don't care if you hate me like this. That's what you think, but you don't even have the nerve to put that into words.
So, I'm still here today with the cool bad answer that I used to say, 'I can't give you an answer'.
Such a vague relationship has brought us here to this day.
"... well, I'm worried about Phil too"
Sally didn't end up hitting me with a clear word either.
Me and Sally's, just a little subtle silence.
Sally said it was sneaky, as she couldn't stand it.
"Me, just a little look at Phil, then check the number of glasses and heel..."
"... oops. Okay. Please."
Saying, Sally left the counter with the sleaze again.
If you feel like this, the glass is critical enough or not, it would be wise to refill it a little.
So don't say anything, especially from me.
Not so awkward, but Sally, unlike me, is still a teenage girl. Alone, there will be times when I feel ashamed and impatient.
"... hmm?
When I glanced around the venue a little bit, a woman caught sight of the men inviting her.
A girl with dark red hair, smooth beauty, like a deep red rose.
"Why don't you dance with me? Dear Rosemary."
"No, please, with this me"
"I think I deserve Master Rosemary."
The voices of the men showed that the girl's name was' Rosemary '.
That name, somewhere, sounds familiar to me, and I trace my memory.
I heard it wasn't so long ago......
That's when the girl and I looked at each other.
The seemingly strong, upright gaze of that will overlapped Sui for some reason.
"Ah."
At that moment I remembered. Where the hell did you hear that name?
That was the only name I heard from Albao's mouth when I was going to 'White Oak' for training.
'As far as I know, the one person who seems to be able to do that is Sui, who was the chairman. Rosemary, who was the second seat. And me with three seats. That's about it.'
She's gazing at me, a girl with deep red eyes.
Is she maybe "Rosemary in the Second Seat" who graduated from "The Magic House" the same year as Sui?