'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

Speaking of [Bitween the Sheets], can I say a cocktail that is meaningful from its cocktail name?

'In the sheets' if translated directly, but it is a word with a 'get in bed' nuance by turning. Sometimes I can't take it for a romantic meaning.

If the cocktail I'm trying to make is really this, it does mean Sally can snort. Even I'd freak out if it was Sally's position.

And if you look at the ingredients alone, there is certainly no zero chance of mistake.

Deep down in the cocktail, recipe freedom would be increased.

I just saw a published cocktail book, and it's a routine tea meal, such as the fact that it's subtly eaten differently at Company A and Company B.

Now, there are also cocktails that just differ by one tsp, so that the names are completely different.

Orange juice and soda, which vary greatly in size from ice to glass, can't help but be said to be the right amount.

At the end of the day, perhaps what matters is the meaning put in the cocktail and the heart of the bartender who describes it as a cup of his own making.

To get back to it, there are also many cocktails with rum and coantro. They are both common ingredients, and they are the ones to be listed as candidates in the first place when I think about the original.

And [Bitween the Sheets] and [Platinum Blonde] are both cocktails that use 20 ml of lamb and coantro at a time.

But not at the end.

[Platinum Blonde] uses raw cream, but [Bitween the Sheet] adds brandy and a spoonful of lemon.

Even if two-thirds of the ingredients are the same, they look and taste different. Finally, the alcohol content is different.

Totally different if it changes that far. He's not even a relative. He's a red other person.

The ingredients are somewhat similar. However, I have to say that Sally's mistake here is a lack of attention as far as I'm concerned.

"Brandy is stored at room temperature in our house. In that case, it could have been inferred that the storage area was the same or similar to that of Coantro. You know brandy's different because I'm only getting coantro out of the room temperature shelf."

That's what I said above all else.

From day to day, it is always said to keep the habit of observing and speculating.

If I were you, I'd serve the same ingredients at the same time. It's a habit that goes naturally during business or otherwise. Sally can't possibly know.

If that's the only thing I got out of the room temperature shelf, I think it's a possibility I could have ruled out if I thought about it.

"Well, you know, when I realized that, I didn't turn my head because I was nervous."

"Normal sales, no one will listen to you cry like that."

To Sally's shameful words, I gave them back slightly stiff.

Sally looked at me with a little glare at my professionally conscious words.

"............... but I'm not in business right now, can you ask me"

Saying, Sally pointed her lips like infidelity rotten. "Really cocktail idiot," he whispers, adding, perhaps as I can hear.

With all due respect, Sally whistled and misled.

... To be honest, I know what Sally said. I'm nervous and I don't know what it tastes like, I don't see anything, I don't know anything. I don't know what the situation is... but it's not. Or today or something.

But I can't do that right now. I called Sally for nothing to think about and nothing to be prepared for. It's me, so I need to be careful where I am.

You don't have to stay a cocktail idiot.

"So go ahead and enjoy it"

"... Yes, I'll have it"

If I didn't fade away from my usual, Sally also switched her head and turned back to the cup in front of her.

There was a lot of foreboding, but in the end, this must be the cup I made for Sally.

[Platinum Blonde] ─ This cocktail is an image of a woman with platinum hair.

"... beautiful, but somewhere cold white,"

Sally said because of her perception of appearance.

I won't pinch words to disturb her feelings like that. I just waited for her to include a bite of it.

─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─

(... really, like an idiot)

Sally said masochistically in her heart, staring at the glass in front of her.

I know. My head knows that.

This evening, a man named Misty General, is not aware of anything. I consider myself a woman, but I don't see myself as a woman.

That's not even a story for me. I don't care what other woman you're dealing with, whether you're in business or not that you just seem to be dictating.

This man doesn't see his opponent as a woman, even if he thinks of her as a woman.

(You're relieved by that, but you're really selfish to be angry with that)

It bothers me to see you like that during sales. But at the same time, I know my total personality well, so I can calm down.

And that's, like, bouncing back at me, too.

I expected it on my own, I was nervous on my own, and I'm stubborn on my own.

I didn't think myself or Phil was very prominent, it seems vampire-specific selfishness is bringing a head.

(But the bad news is the general. You know, I'm not sure about this guy.)

In the end, Sally concluded so. I can't be doing it unless I think so.

Still, as little resistance as I wanted to.

I thought I'd complain about this whole cup.

If I can't make it to this cup, the whole thing must be annoying or something like this.

So you order the [Bitween the Sheets] you just found. If they do, even this guy might shake a little.

Whatever you say with your mouth doesn't sound like this guy anyway. I don't feel bad telling them in a cocktail.

Considering that there was no such benefit, Sally reached out her right hand and quietly brought the glass closer to her mouth.

Fluffy, gentle scent of raw cream tickles my nose. However, the refreshing skin smell of citrus mixed there gave the impression that it was not too sweet.

That's not all. If you're unfamiliar, you might be fooled, but there is also a clear sense of salum liquor.

It has a sweet and soft impression, but the contents are rin and sharp, and you seem to see a woman like that.

Sally tilts the glass softly as she holds the impression of the scent.

Not unlike the image, it has a soft mouthfeel. The feeling that hits my lips is also somewhere round. Rather than the roundness of the raw cream, it resembles the roundness with which the foam hits the mouth.

Following that feeling, it is a smooth liquid that is not too sweet that comes into your mouth all the time.

As for the taste impression, the raw cream is still strong. In the foam of its cream is wrapped the citrus of coantro and the strength of the salam.

A gentle palate is backwards, and the degrees are pretty strong. If you're not conscious, it's going to sink easily.

But the feeling of slowly inviting this one is also comforting.

Liquid that slips when you rub your fingers over your tongue, as if you were burying them in your hair.

Coantro citrus scented in the mouth if the foam of raw cream plays.

Not sweet but warm. The taste of such an impression.

If swallowed dusty, the cream calms down, through the throat, despite the strong cocktail.

The whole thing turned to Sally and I guess she thought this was the perfect cocktail. I don't even know that. I just thought Sally was just a little different.

This does not represent me.

What Sally held was an image of someone's hand, gently stroking her own hair.

And it is determined in the minds of those who drink, such as the people who do it.

It's like I can gently stroke and forgive myself for being obstinate like a child.

Sally closed her eyes, associating such total hands.

I'm sure he doesn't feel that way. But I lied if you asked me if I wasn't happy with this cup.

You don't have enough words, just enough cocktails.

So did the trigger, I suppose. When I first met her, when she failed at the store, she helped me with cocktails, not words.

I was attracted to his cocktail.

I feel the cocktail was much more sincere than the person in good shape if I opened his mouth.

(I regret it...... because I'm mad at all the cocktails, but I still like those total cocktails)

Though in a complicated mood, Sally included another bite.

Very gentle tongue on habits that are not too sweet. Just a little peace of mind. Someone will never do it, the comfort of having your head gently stroked.

I have no desire to complain about the beginning in Sally. Now let's just, purely, say what we think we think.

That's what Sally said.

─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─

"I regret it, but it's delicious"

"I regret this."

Sally, who has always been silent enough to bite the taste of [Platinum Blonde]. That's what she felt the first time she leaked.

Delicious is good, but I can't stop saying I regret it.

You said you were worried about my technology.

"I don't know why I can make cocktails like" I know. "

"You're making a fool of yourself, you do this"

I threw up a light decopin on Sally, who said something that wasn't explained at all.

Sally groans small and groans, grieving at me. I see a willingness not to resolutely yield to violence.

But she didn't complain, she looked nostalgic.

"... Speaking of which, since when have I not been kicked by the general?"

When I was told, I didn't feel like I had kicked Sally in a long time either. Or in the first place, the act of kicking is not at all praiseworthy.

I also dated her for about a year. From what I can tell, it's starting to sound a little like a decent bartender.

It's about time you said it.

"... uh, I'm sorry you kicked me in the first place"

"No, well, I didn't like it. But now I know what it means. I don't know if I can say it with my mouth. I guess I'll have to teach it with my body."

I can feel something quite real about the smug way you put it there.

There are people nearby who can't tell by mouth! But it looks like I'm suing you.

"... sounds like you're having a hard time"

"Yeah, really. It's easier to deal with a moron who gets drunk and sticks with you."

"... Are you kidding me, I've been a drunk and confessed man..."

"Because I won't kick! Well, sometimes there are people like that, huh?

I felt just a little pressure from Sally, who laughed at me. Probably a magical bump.

Girls who work in these stores have quite a few of those. I can't tell by the mouth. There is certainly a pattern.

But Sally is a vampire in the first place. The original physical specs are different.

If you feel her pressure, there will be no fool to think about doing this with power.

"But I liked this cocktail, didn't I just take it off a little?

Sally tells me to switch stories. I'd be curious if they pointed it out that way.

I'm just gonna step out a little bit and listen to Sally seriously.

"What do you mean?

"It's called [Platinum Blonde]. Associate my silver hair, I suppose, but my hair is either silver. Platinum blondes have slightly different nuances."

Have they pointed that out?

That's for sure what I thought. Differences in nuances, or even silver colors, don't exist. Blondes are about blondes, and they're subtly different from pure silver Sally.

But even if they think you took one from me there, I'm in trouble.

I thought to myself from the start, so that's when I'm ready to give it back.

"Well, maybe I am, but I thought that would be good,"

"What do you mean?

If I answer without putting in my hair, Sally will look at me with interest again.

Like my usual sales, I talked about it.

"Sally has a good smile on her face. Rin's silver is good, but even white and shiny platinum would suit the image."

It is the basis of the conversation: praise and deception in times of trouble.

I feel praised and bad. No one else is, so it works quite well unless they are very angry or something. It's one of those mouthpieces that satisfies the other person.

but there they were also my apprentices and bartenders.

"... that's the habit of saying and deluding. Didn't Mr. Suey tell you to stop, too?

Nico and his utterly deceitful laughter stings at my sore spot.

"... oops"

"Not at all... Not at all!

Sally said, turning that way so she wouldn't look at me completely.

Her face doesn't look good, but thanks to that, her silver hair looks good.

After all, her beautiful silver hair looks radiant. That's what I meant, of course.

Though, even Sally would have special thoughts about her hair.

If you say that like a joke, maybe you have no choice but to be angry.

...... hmm?

I realized something when I was reflecting on whether I had failed.

You look in a bad mood, Sally, but every time you still reach for [Platinum Blonde], you include it.

That too, at a good high pace.

"Did you like it a little bit?

"... is that bad!

Sally turned to complain about it.

You look in a much better mood than I thought.

"No, it's not bad. I'm happy, too."

".................. n"

And in the end, Sally drank up [Platinum Blonde].