'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"Good day, Master."

He came back after dropping off a customer and said to me, with the look of Isotoma's labor.

The diner settles down and the only remaining guest on the counter is Isotoma.

The top of the counter and the washing area left a glass like a battlefield trail, but the customer managed to cut it off.

Since we have a little more time to close, the possibility of further visits remains. But for once, you can say you got through it.

Sally is washing herself while desperately hiding her tired expression.

I decided to stand in front of Isotoma's diagonal and get ahead of my appreciation during today's business.

"Thank you for your help, Isotoma."

"No, no, I didn't do anything, did I? I was just drinking."

Isotoma tells us to be modest, but it's good to know that he was subtly helping us.

Only the 'Old' lock he ordered today. I also said that the glass did not have to be replaced, and the ice also specified something other than round ice.

I'm sorry but it's very helpful that you place such a caring order when you're busy.

In addition, it made it a lot easier for me to actively speak to a stubborn customer in a situation where I couldn't get around to the conversation.

He certainly wasn't just drinking, but how thankful that is.

"I'll put a drink on myself. So, what do you say?

"Is it good? You're gonna be sweet with your words, aren't you?

If you convey your gratitude to me, Isotoma laughs reluctantly but invincibly. I don't know if you helped me with this kind of aim, but I might have had some expectations.

I've known him a long time, too, to the extent that I know I'm that kind of person.

And after a bit of trouble, Isotoma laughed and said.

"You may be mistaken, but I was reluctant to serve the 'Gini' cocktail today, right?

"Oh, did you find out?

"Somehow."

Until this time, I'm not willing to hide that from my regular customers.

When I let her go, Isotoma nodded.

"Well, let's make it a dish. [Dickie] But let's have it."

"Yes, sir."

I said with a snort.

It should be noted that the current stock of Gini does not even have a one-shot ─ 30ml.

If there were any more Gini's orders, it would have been packed.

"... that happened and I often thought I'd open normally. Master."

"Is it?

"No one can blame you for the boulder."

While telling him to sympathize, Isotoma slowly includes [Daikiri] in his mouth.

Briefly conveying the revelation, he immediately understood the intent of the abrupt campaign, which took place today.

"But even though it's not my fault, I don't think I'll be held accountable"

Sure, it doesn't mean we made a mistake today.

In that sense, he could have pushed responsibility to reopen it as a slime researcher.

... No, there's nothing I can do to reopen it, there's nothing I can do to get it out, and there's nothing I could have done if I'd gotten to that situation.

"But even if no one blames you. I'm sorry that a customer who wants to drink a cocktail can't drink and go home."

Even if the bar division is closed, the restaurant will open because we can provide meals.

And if a customer who came in was running errands at the bar, that would make me very sorry.

The bar is open every day, unless there are special circumstances. That's what I was taught when I worked in Japan.

It's always open so people can easily head to the bar when something happens.

It's a regular routine, and when you want to spit something out, it's a lonely thing if it's a closed day.

And while I heard my words like that, Isotoma glanced at the kitchen side by side. It happened that Bergamo was just passing it to Rye with a plate.

"Well, my memory. Then a few times, this store is open, but I've never had a cocktail."

"... spare me when people's lives were at stake"

"It's a joke. A joke."

… However, it is also inevitable to close it when there are special circumstances.

I deliberately laughed a little badly, trying to change the flow, and I said nastyly.

"And. It's tough, but I made a lot of money today, and hey, hey, hey."

"I told you I wouldn't talk nasty in front of customers."

"Oops. Keep it a secret from the other customers, please?

"I know... is this the stopping fee"

Isotoma responds firmly to jokes that can be said because they are somewhat of a cheap relationship.

A hazy isotoma on the [daikiri] in my hand. Then we blew each other out, just a little bit.

After the two of us laughed lightly and flushed, Isotoma dried [Daikiri].

When I told her I was going to ask her for her next order, Isotoma took control of it and asked quietly.

"No, there's something I was hoping to ask my master someday"

"Yes? What is it?

Cut out at this time could mean involving the next cup.

Or advice on how to ask me.

Waiting for a few feelings again for words, Isotoma said:

"Is there a cocktail or a potion that the master hates?

Apparently, that was a pure question.

"Hate alcohol, is it?

"Yes, I always watch, but the master drinks anything. I was wondering if there was anything wrong with the liquor."

"Huh."

Hate liquor. You don't like alcohol.

Where I'm twisting my head just a little bit, Sally, still fighting with the wash, joins me in the conversation from side to side.

"I'm a little concerned, too."

"Uh, why?

"Of course, somehow"

Pure curiosity. That's the face.

Sally with a delightful color on her face that had seeped tiredness until just now.

I just want to get away with it because it's good, but I only move my hands properly. This is the only place where you can grow.

Isotoma and Sally stared at me and I thought slightly.

Doing so, there was only one thing in my head that came to me all the time.

"I don't like it, it doesn't mean I never do. That's right. There were drinks that I didn't usually like very much."

"Was there?

"Is it a past form?

The way I put it, Isotoma and Sally all looked strange.

"Actually, I opened the bar here and more or less aligned the 'things I want' in my head, but there was something I didn't have yet. That's 'Sole'. So you haven't had a drink in a year and a half."

It is a certain herbal liqueur.

Even in this world, I only confirm that it exists, but it hasn't reached the point of arranging it in stores.

Because that 'Demon Grass Potion' had become a line with other demon grasses in this country. Therefore, even now, we have not been able to create a route to purchase.

"So, what about him?

"It's..."

When I tried to tell you my name.

A bell announcing the customer's visit rang through the entrance door.

Me and Sally face aggressively and say "Welcome". After the call, I realized that the other person was the one I saw.

With a bag he won't see while he's in business, he glimpses around. Seeing the messy atmosphere left on the spot and the wash still in line, he guessed a little.

"Something seems like you've been very busy today"

"There you are, Phil. I was hoping you'd be here two hours early to work."

"Um, I'm off for a while."

I tell a pretty silver-haired boy with a slightly sorry face that I'm joking.

Phil gets a ho relieved look, then he asks.

"We're still okay with the time, right?

"As you know, we still have time to close. Are you alone?

When I asked as I prepared the coaster, Phil shook his head.

"As a matter of fact, he..."

The sound of Karan and the door immediately continues within Phil's never-ending bout.

The dark-haired girl who came in gently leaned against Phil and smiled at him with a garlic.

"Good afternoon. I owe you Master Phil today."

Appearing after Phil, she called her name Cravel Safina.

She is the daughter of the chairman of the up-and-coming Chamber of Commerce, the "Safina Chamber of Commerce," which deals mainly with the grocery system, and one of the people who is currently fairly close to this "Easy's".

Stuck by her, Phil's a little twitchy, but the three of us who showed it to her were in agreement.

"A date?"

"A date."

"That's a date."

Me, Sally, and Isotoma had three mouths together, and Cravel and Phil each answered.

"Yes, you're right."

"Chi, you're not!?

Cravel takes our word for it, and Phil desperately denies it.

The breath is perfect, saying the exact opposite.

And each turned to each other with a surprised look at each other's words.

"Dear Phil like that...... was it a play with me?

"It's not, is it? That's not what we were talking about, is it? You said you really wanted power as a bartender, and you called me in, didn't you?

Apparently, it was Cravel who invited Phil today.

As you can see, Phil has some difficulty coping with the coming cravel with GUYGUY. So either you saw that you wouldn't normally invite her, or you let her drive.

Like affirming my imagination, Cravel says with a cool face.

"That kind of thing, when I say date, you won't come, so it's decided conveniently"

"I thought it was odd... because the bartender had nothing to do with it from the way in"

"But I can't believe you're going out with me while I think it's strange... after all, Master Phil is very kind. It's fascinating again."

"... you force that. Well, I'm the one who certainly didn't say no."

If he looked like Phil had noticed, Krabel would have narrowed his eyes and would be happy to hang on.

Well, it wouldn't matter if it was really a date or not.

At the end of the day, Phil was dating Miss Cravel until this hour.

Nico, if you look at the smiling cravel, you'll know that Phil was somehow responding well to her.

And if you look at that from the edge, well, it's a date.

"Master, it's so hard on me. It's so sweet."

A far-fetched field trip from Isotoma goes in, and I'll go with it.

"I'm sorry. [Dry Martini] I just wanted to say that Hate Gini..."

"Oh, my God. What the hell am I supposed to drink?"

"Why don't you ask Phil? He knows a lot about cocktails."

"Are you all right? If you ask Phil right now, he's gonna have to give you a sweet answer, right?

Saying, Isotoma caught a glimpse of Phil with a niggling look.

While I'm at it, I have a sense of annoying entanglement.

And wait in anticipation of Phil returning an interesting response, but he looked completely different than he had imagined.

I listened to Isotoma's order, and I have exactly the right dish for it.

Such is the face of the bartender who found the right answer.

"It was just fine. I don't know if it's hard, but I was summoned about this today. Isotoma, if you like."

"Yeah?"

"This is the Devil's Grass Potion, which the general said he always wanted."

Phil turns to Cravel when he's not swallowed up a bit.

She nodded happily, yeah, so Phil also took one bottle out of the bag he had with his delight.

A bottle with a green and dark color. The liquid contained therein also showed signs of a faint green color.

Why did you think that when it was a dark bottle?

Did you get that impression even though you can't see the contents?

That's because I had this image of a bottle of color in me that was creepy.

Most importantly, because it doesn't, like, "Demon Grass Potion," which he said he wanted me to.

Phil happily told me his name as he handed me the bottle.

It's Absinthe.

That was the name I tried to name earlier.

On Earth, a type of herbal-based liqueur that uses nigga yomogi as a raw material.

And it was one of the last things left of The Devil's Grass Potion that I wanted in this world.