'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"Phew, it's over."

It is the word of Rye who left his body at the counter and was utterly weakened.

If Isotoma, who dropped off Cravel, who was half carried by Phil, and stayed until the closing of the store, leaves, then today's business is almost over.

The table seats were empty before that, and Rye seemed to be busy sometime today, but now he's stuck all over the counter.

I'll give her a glass of water while she laughs like that.

"Good day. But when might the customers come?"

"That's just the counter, right? I'm done with the last order."

As far as Easy's last order is concerned, the food is thirty minutes before closing and drinks are not particularly provided.

It takes less time to make a cocktail and cleans it up faster than cooking.

Then, if the table seats can be cleaned up, in this case, the salary will be free.

So the lye I said is completely off-mode.

Sally, who sees her, whilst wearing a squeeze on Rye, calls out to her eager voice.

"But from the outside, you can see all that nonsense."

"It's good. I'm popular as it is."

"Totally no more"

Sally makes an increased and frightened voice at all times, but seems to have stopped blaming it.

If this were a more pissy restaurant, Rye's attitude would not be tolerated like this, but he is a downtown restaurant no matter where he goes.

It is also true that such an attitude is accepted, not too hard.

Nevertheless, Rye only shows himself so far against an open mind body. She knows she has surprisingly few opponents like that.

Especially today, I had them run around, especially in terms of drinks, due to the sudden treatment on the counter side, and you could be a little gentle.

"You want something to drink?

"Something with milk"

"Aye. Sally, something with milk."

Sally, who gave me the order as it was, was a little frightened.

Where did my agility go when I was busy, I didn't move for a while as it solidified, and it was slightly off and he asked me back.

"Is that me?

"It's you. I ordered it from inside me, and I told you to make a grand mistake."

"Hey, I'm in trouble for failure."

I get a loose scratch from Rye, but don't answer that. I see Sally.

I have a slightly sinister face because it is an order from inside me.

In the body - especially Rye and Iberis - cocktail ratings are hard. Something original about Sally is criticized at a good rate.

There may be same-sex deceased ease of saying, but there are also simply differences in technology.

Sally reached for a bottle after a little trouble.

"Then [Karua Milk]."

"You're not too adventurous."

"Ugh, then what's good?"

Sally creases between her eyebrows when I stumble into her by accident.

But it's not a good idea to get a 'whatever's good' response here. Precisely, it's a bad idea to show that kind of weakness.

I didn't say anything, but the red-haired girl who glanced at me just pinched her mouth.

"Think for yourself? Don't let it get out of your hands because it's inside you, okay?

It would be rather regrettable to be told the truth by Rye, who is full of grandeur.

Mmm, and a light cough, Sally turns back to Rye.

"… So how do we make it?

"Because you're hello, give me something that suits me like that"

"... in the original?

I'll take care of it.

And the cocktail Sally served after thinking was a challenging dish inside.

It's a cup that even I can't imagine a bit of a flavor, of tequila - something that shakes up Tayla, Lemon, and Kalua - with milk.

It was impressive that the taste was pointy because it was too challenging and Rye said thoughtfully, 'It's not delicious'.

"Speaking of which, total. Are you that busy lately?

Rye, who is licking that brown liquid with his little one while saying it's not tasty, has been telling the story.

It should be noted that Sally is polishing the bottle by herself, as if she were infidel and corrupt.

With enough time to close, I also answer Rai's questions with a lot of distraction.

"Well, it's a bummer"

"... so busy ah"

Rye pointed his lips a little bored about what he thought of my response, looking to the side instead of turning anywhere.

I just missed my gaze over there, there's just a kitchen entrance.

"... he hasn't spoken much to the total lately."

With that look pointed at him, Rye said blush at the size of whether he heard it or not.

Indeed, the chances of dealing with Vermut people as well as Rye were significantly reduced compared to when they lived in the Vermut family.

It's obvious because if we'd woken up in the morning before, we'd be face-to-face. We talked about breakfast time all the time, and I was interested in chatting about the day off.

"... nothing, it's fine."

Say it's nothing good, Rye, but you don't look anything good.

Also, tilt the glass slightly and face it so it doesn't look delicious.

Speaking of which, I recall hearing from Corsica before. Corsica and Rai are pretty close because of their near-age, and Rai often helps the farm.

Corsica told me that Rye was stubborn because I stopped leaning on the house.

I pulled that information out of my head, and I spread the schedule I was vaguely making to my head.

"... yes, when I had a little free time, I wanted to go play. Do you mind?

"Huh! Really?

As soon as he did, Rye let his face shine.

wakes up bulky and tries to get himself on, then he realizes his posture all the time and sits back in a hurry.

After a light cough, Rye reworded with a clear face.

"Well, your sister missed you, and your father doesn't seem to stick around, so I think he'll be happy."

What a well done daughter you are to look so happy for your sister and father.

But in the meantime, don't worry about me not being in there alone.

Maybe on purpose, so I'll listen back.

"Thanks. But isn't Rye happy?

"I would welcome it if it would be a new culinary experimental bench"

"Pleasure."

When I snorted, now Rye hung without trying to hide his delight.

Think of it, I don't think I've seen her laugh like this lately.

I left the house saying that I would always be in the trouble of the Vermut family, but I reconsidered that sometimes I had to show my face properly.

If I don't see him before I see him, I'll regret it.

"So, when are you coming?

Rye asked me about my plans while I was a little wussy.

"Uh, someday..."

"Not one day. If we don't decide now, we'll never forget the whole thing."

"Tough hands"

With some tough opinions bumped, he promised to be there the next time the store was off.

Think about it, it's been a long time since I've had the dishes Rye makes, and I'm looking forward to that.

The question is, wouldn't you say that Suey would make it to herself when she found out about it? No, let's not. Even she can make it if she wants to. Hold on to hope.

"Is Sally coming with you?

"Huh?"

While Rye made his promise, I shook the subject to Sally, who was silent.

She gets a little lost, then shakes her head.

"Hey, there's something I'd like to do on my day off, so don't"

"... do you?

That's how Sally said no modestly, so I'll stop persistently soliciting her.

However, the look on her face when she said so also felt like something was bothering her.