'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

In the meantime, I was stunned.

First things that came out as [Gin Tonic]. If you describe it in the closest possible way... Gin's sugar watering, something like that.

Blend the gin where it is dry with sugar water that adds only half the sweetness.

Besides, this sugar water has a slight weedy bitterness as the aftertaste. Maybe he'd heard about the tonic of sweetness and bitterness.

It would still be nice if those three flavors at least aligned their footprints, but they come at thoughtful speeds from start to goal.

Just to relieve the gin and egumi from Swiss specialty "Gini Potion", would it feel like the flavor was diluted as much as I wanted instead?

I took a sip, and I looked at Viola.

She is her, that blue [Blue Moon] tease off her mouth and leans silently.

After you noticed my gaze, you looked at each other and dropped your eyes on each other's glasses.

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And we exchanged each other's glasses silently.

Now, I wonder what [Blue Moon] looks like, it's something very dear, unlike what it looks like.

[Gimlet] made of gin and lemon feels very diluted with water.

The aroma is citrus, but the squeeze is bad or bitter. As for that blue liquid, I expected it to some extent, but it's probably as I imagined.

It would just be a substitute for dissolving the blue colors from commercially available plants in water. You don't have to use magic if you just dissolve it in water. Even our store uses magic, but makes Blue Curaçao in the same way.

That's all about flavor. As much as I dare to share my thoughts, I would have been glad to have served you at the stage of adding ingredients to the ice without putting in blue water and without even shaking.

In total, how complete is Sui's special potion for both sides?

I wouldn't do anything unnecessary--it's inferior to a potion that just melts pure demon stones.

"After all, was it a little difficult the first time?

When me and Viola were silent, the man told me not to shake.

Viola's hand stopped where she inadvertently held her fist and nearly stood up. I calm my heart just a little to the warmth of her hand wrapping my fist.

"... right. Hey, I don't know."

"Sure, those two drinks could have been a little advanced"

The troubled smiling man made me feel more irritated than I was drunk of something unsavory.

Assuming that's what you thought, it would also be the role of the bartender to give a word about it and pass on the information to the customer.

It's only natural to keep knowing their preferences and grasping their preferences.

There are probably no bartenders who suddenly recommend [Gimlet] to customers who say they like [Kalua Milk]. And vice versa.

Of course, if the customer asks for that information, it will not be stopped. But isn't it a waiver of responsibility to tell you to choose freely first and then say that later?

Get to work!

Viola is desperately stopping me from holding my fist when I'm about to yell.

Not yet, not then. More than just grasping their reality, sooner or later they will be punished as they should be.

I told him to take a quiet deep breath and then still not look at his face as much as possible.

"... Yep. Excuse me."

"It's fine. Rather, because the" Aurantiaca "heliconia is just more amazing that I drank that [Blue Moon] for the first time and suddenly realized its depth"

Is this guy deliberately choosing a word or person to touch my eclampsia?

If this is what Mr. Heliconia drank, he's got this color blister on his face.

No, before that, why did you call me away in the first place?

Even if you had abandoned others in your mind, are there any bartenders in the business who look like that? People and shops other than your own will be basically attached to you.

And I said, "I've noticed." Isn't that completely hearsay? Are you really willing to deceive my name? Watch the neighborhood for a second.

And most importantly, this isn't difficult, it's not tasty.

And I really want to say a lot later, but let's settle down.

There's no way I'm willing to serve remouthed water (chaser) anyway. Something, I need to chill my head with some safe drink......

"Two glasses of this [screwdriver] please"

It was my body that I was the first to know about cocktails, but I can't just say it now. I cut a cheaper plate that would be harder to remove, unless Sally in good shape made it too.

Until I came out, I just kept staring at the glass at hand so I didn't have to look at any more reduction points.

"I mean, he said he was in this city to spread this' cocktail 'from afar"

"Yes, fortunately, we are doing quite well"

I was listening to this guy while including [screwdrivers] who tasted normal (but thin).

Says I was the first to think of a 'cocktail' locally, but it was unacceptable locally. And he reached this city as it flowed.

And the first time you've admitted to such a 'cocktail', you've been using your eyes on me since just now, that fancy woman there. Sui Vermut (self-proclaimed).

The two of us who were willing to fight, set up a shop. Why did you keep your name on the 'Potion Quality Review' and this is how you are still doing fine business?

"After all, there are still many things I can't admit, but I will continue to work hard. What do you say? That's delicious, isn't it?

"Right."

Well, Sally makes it better.

While I was thinking about it, I was giving a little thought to the owner's background.

It must be just 800 lies from me, but what if someone who doesn't know anything hears about it? Can it be said that it is a fairly credible story?

There may be some similarities if you cover it with a story about me.

This means that when you first come to this store, and they listen to you about this body, and you drink that unsavory alcohol, you can make an evil impression on the thoughtful 'cocktail'.

"... hey viola"

"... oh"

Speaking to Viola in a low voice, she seemed to be thinking the same thing again, nodding.

This is a matter I would like to keep my hands on sooner than I thought.

When I thought so, I heard a noise with Karan.

An understated bell. Then a quiet footsteps went into my ear.

"Welcome"

The man at the counter smiles brilliantly only on the surface.

Me and Viola had an eye for nature and its visitors, too. Tang brown coats such as travel outfits first come to my attention.

And I immediately realized. The visitor was a woman with beautiful blue hair.

Everyone on the spot immediately thought of the race.

She said she was an elf.

Beautiful blue hair reminds me of Sui even if it responds. But you look different. He's more grown up than Sui, and he has a thicker presence.

I feel a stronger sense of heterogeneity in this human society.

Or maybe because she's simply a finished beauty.

"Excuse me. I heard there's a store in this city that serves something called a 'cocktail', and I took a trip"

That's what the woman asked after a glimpse of the store.

For the overwhelming presence, there is a little restlessness in its behavior. You may rephrase that you seem anxious.

That was my first impression of an unknown elf woman.

The man asked quickly regained his smile, even though he was overwhelmed, and answered frankly.

"That's right. Please come this way."

Apparently, the man thought she was a new customer just like us again.

But the woman did not immediately obey the man's words. Face the affirmative reply and continue to ask.

"Well, I think there's a woman in this store named Sui Vermut."

The woman who was sending me her gaze just now reacted to the woman's words.

"Huh. I am."

A grinning sales smile. How effective would this be if it were a man hungry for women?

But the elf woman did not go through with it at all, but narrowed her eyes and stuffed them a little further.

"The color of your hair is different from what you were hearing."

"... oh. I thought it was good enough to have blue hair or something, and I changed the color."

Because it was easy, the woman made me say that.

I was still staring at the look on the face of an elf woman while holding my neighbor, Viola, in the palm of her hand, caught her swordswallowing temper.

She has a slightly dismayed look after Kyoton and finally gets to her seat.

"Just one drink. I'll take care of your order."

"Uh... Is it a 'cocktail'?

"Anything is fine...... then in 'Cocktails'. Preferably a herbal flavour."

The man looked a little troubled by the woman's blurry order.

... Could this man have any idea what 'cocktail' tastes like on this menu?

That's why he suddenly gave us a menu that was supposed to be new. I couldn't have done it from the beginning.

It's not that I don't work, I just couldn't. It's a big mistake.

What? Was it worse than I imagined? On the contrary, I was convinced.

"… so I will make [White Lady]"

The man answered the woman's order with a slight lack of confidence.

I dare add that [White Lady] 's ingredients are 'gin', 'lemon' and 'white curaçao'.

Curaçao is a sweet liqueur with a flavor of citrus peel. Naturally, it is not a choice because it is said to be herbal.

No, 'Devil's Grass Liqueur' in this world, so it's right in a way?

Well, no. At least, I never use it.

It was no different from [Blue Moon] when it came to the work process.

If the mystery is to remain, is White Curaçao a proper magic grass potion?

I get anxious that maybe it's white colored water again, but I just get frustrated watching it, so I didn't observe it closely.

"Here you go. [White Lady]."

Rock glass offered by the man. In it, a thinner, whitened liquid swayed.

If it just looks like it, it's probably the most decent thing I've ever seen.

Then the elf woman whispered, "Here you go," and put her mouth to it.

And swallow only one bite and tell.

"Tasty to death"

The woman's behavior from then on was too smart.

When I uttered that word, I stood up at about the same time and took the silver coin out of my purse and placed it on the counter.

And without waiting for anyone to say anything, she left the store door open.

Frequent silence. Everyone and he were taken aback.

Me and Viola looked at each other again and nodded.

"We'll leave it here, too!

Remove the silver coin from the purse, but not slightly, and put it out to tap on the counter.

It's hard to wear a coat, and I follow a woman who just left after holding her. Without having to check, Viola was acting the same way.

When you open the door, the cold air that you weren't very aware of in the store slams your face.

... No, perhaps the coldest air would be in a store where customers are gone in a flash.

I thought so, but I didn't want any sympathy at all. I was there.