'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

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Cheers!

The assembled human toast voice aligns. To match his voice, a lightly sweaty beer jock was struck with summer heat.

The table is lined with knobs that I just made. Boiled edamame or cold guy. Sprouts and stir-fried meat and vegetables, champagne or something.

There are three of us here, including me. The other two are Aoki and Umehara, college sync.

I also spoke to Tsui, who had been a good snuggler, but he seemed busy at work and didn't have the right plans.

The current location is my room, where I haven't changed my address since college. Aoki still lives around here, but my room was easier to get together.

Most importantly, my room has a lot more booze.

"It's been a long time since you've been snug, Evening Mist. Are you alive?"

"What is that? of the living."

I answered Umehara's words with a bitter laugh.

Umehara left college to work for a major electric manufacturer. Haven't been in touch much, but seems to be having a lot of fun doing it.

It's been a while since I've seen him and he's got a little shorter hair, but he's the same frankness as he used to be.

Let me tell him to bite his reunion with me just a little bit.

"No, it was really good. I was just worried."

"... Umehara?

"Oh, nothing. So, you're still a bartender?

Including beer to delude, then Umebara asked.

"Not yet, not yet. The one you're doing."

"Seriously? Is it still going on?

When I said I was dissatisfied, Umehara looked really surprised.

What the hell is so surprising about me working as a bartender?

"Umebara. It's better not to underestimate the mist too evening."

Another friend, Aoki, who was on the spot, pinched his mouth to speak out for my dissatisfaction.

Aoki proceeded to the hospital. I mean, I'm still in college, and I guess it's natural in some ways that I haven't moved my residence.

Compared to the other two, I drink and spill stupidity from time to time because I have more chances to see them.

Since our university has more admissions than jobs, Aoki can also be said to be more on the right track. of, but my closest friends had a lot of jobs, why?

Umebara still looked suspicious to follow Aoki like that.

"But Aoki. That evening fog, huh?

"No, no, no. It looks like this. Evening fog, what a sales smile you can have during customer service."

"You're lying, aren't you?

Umehara had her eyes round. What do you think this guy thinks of me?

Nothing. Even before I started bartender, I could laugh.

I told him to float a sales smile while I was just a little musty.

"Welcome, sir. Is it time to make something for you?

"Really! Evening fog is laughing lovingly! Feel it!"

"What the hell?"

Take down your loving laughter and stare with your jito eyes.

Then Umehara nodded, yeah, in a sudden ho manner.

"Yes, yes. That's it. That's it. That twisted, unfathomable face feels like evening fog."

"What do you think of me, really?"

Where I sighed deliberately, I laughed a little because neither me nor Umebara could stand it.

First time bartender, how many months will it be?

The personality part of the roots doesn't have to change, but I've learned a little bit about customer service.

I've learned to see the customer's face and expression, and I can think of a few attractive ways to stand and talk. And my smile is no longer bitter.

I'm starting to be able to leave the store to myself on weekdays, and more and more people are saying my cocktails are delicious.

Little by little, I knew the cocktail was improving.

I can't wait to have fun playing bartender now.

"But really, the evening fog said something about doing a bartender, because I was seriously surprised."

"That much?

"Not so much. I never thought I'd be able to serve you."

Umehara's words showed Aoki's face of consent even though he didn't snort.

Well, I guess so. I think so, too.

I suddenly am reckless in the customer service business because I don't like people and I couldn't care less at all.

But the bartender felt like he could handle it.

"Trust him, Umebara. If I'd gone to the store before, seriously, I'd have a social evening mist like someone else, right?

Aoki has said so much there.

Aoki came to see me recently at the bar where I work. There were still some places where I didn't feel comfortable selling alone, so it's comforting to have someone I know come.

Well, more than that, there's something somewhat embarrassing about it.

"Seriously. You're already a bartender."

"I'm a bartender!

Umehara, let's do this. Whatever happens, he doesn't want to admit that he can serve me.

"I've known him for a long time, and, uh, he's not interested in what he's been talking about, but he found out."

If I thought so, Aoki would stab me in the back too, who I thought was on my side.

"Seriously? What are you talking about?

"... uh, I wonder what it was"

Aoki was roaring to remember the other day.

I guess I guessed it was a little serious. Umehara did not enter into the conversation and tried to look over my room, which had not been here for a long time, then glanced at a slightly more liquor bottle than back then.

"... have you always liked alcohol"

There was a small line of liqueurs in the room for cocktail practice.

There used to be no such thing. I used to specialize in whiskey, and I didn't have the type of liquor lover to make my own cocktail to anyone I knew.

Now the room is lined with various liqueurs, and the freezer is chilled from gin to tequila.

The refrigerator is also very narrow with ingredients, and it would be a great change if someone I know saw it.

"But you don't have the luxury because there are more bottles in this room."

"Don't kettle into people's rooms. I'll kick you out."

"Because. Boneless or a killing landscape? Something."

Saying, Umehara had an unequivocal look somewhere.

Then he takes the lined liquor bottles and starts to see what the liqueur is.

When asked, I relaxed and answered, often drinking beer and moving the chopsticks, Aoki, who had skipped consciousness the other day, returned.

"That's it. When an older man was talking about darts."

"Uh... when they were saying why not put it down or something compared to the dart bar?

"It's just lame, isn't it? If the owner's intentions were so serious, the customer would be in trouble."

"… I will reflect"

Sure, when Aoki tells me, I can only reflect.

I've never done darts myself, so there was something about darts that they wouldn't pin. I barely remember that counting up is more dots and zero one is less dots.

But they liked it and they just want to talk funny, so they had to listen aggressively.

Next to what I was reflecting on, Aoki went on.

"And then, after that"

"And then what were you talking about?

"... no, I knew you'd be fine"

Aoki stops the words on the way.

I stopped where I was concerned, so I remember what I was talking about afterwards.

At first, we're talking about darts. Explain the rules of darts and tips on how to throw. And then.

Sure, when I play darts, sometimes beginner girls come alone.

... Was it good for Napa or something like that?

"... Aoki. He said he cared too much."

"... maybe. Bad."

Now I know why Aoki kept his mouth shut.

I must have had a different look of indifference when they talked about women's relationships.

That's how the expression seems to change, bartender disqualification.

To deceive, I laughed lovingly.

"Or that guy, too. You misunderstand me too much."

"What's a misunderstanding?

"No, you asked me if I was a virgin, and you told me why I didn't make her. I can't make it because I'm not hot, not because I don't make it."

To my words, Aoki frowned vaguely, without affirmation or denial.

But my theory is, nothing goes wrong.

I'm not hot. That's why I can't make her. Turns out, I'm heartless, and I can't have any funny stories. Open your mouth and it's sensible, it's just a game geek.

How many people like me like that?

So that's why I can't have her. That's because there's no other way...

"Is that it? Evening fog, it's empty."

Umehara, who was still looking at the liquor bottle, said abruptly.

I look you in the eye. See the bottle that Umebara had.

Some, it was an empty bottle of japanese whiskey.

"... uh. Right. I'll throw it away later. Later."

I found myself so upset that I didn't seem to be myself.

I desperately try not to put it on my face and act like it's nothing.

Umehara suggested, so as to distract him there.

"Really? So where do you want me to put it? Where are the empty bottles put together?

"So I'll finally come back later."

"Good, I'm renting a place, and this much. Oh, this bag?

While I'm at it, Umehara finds a translucent bag of supermarket bottles that I'm putting together.

Besides, trying to put that bottle in,

"Stop it!!

That's what I said, in a surprised voice myself.

Umebara and Aoki both round their eyes at my shouts.

In a hurry, I explained quickly how I had stopped.

"No, that's it. If you don't wash the inside properly and then throw it away, it's kind of loud around here. That's what the landlord pays attention to. It's bad."

"Oh well. Then you have no choice. Bad."

Upon hearing my explanation, Umehara nodded yeah and returned the empty bottle to its original location.

In a group of live bottles with contents, the empty bottle of that 'White State' returns.

To that fact, I couldn't help but be horrified, and then I said it bright.

"And I'm sorry. Shout out weird. Apologize, I'll make you a cocktail if you like."

"Oh, well, let's recommend it with professional skill"

"Yes, sir."

Umehara came on board right away. I guess he wants to change this weird air, too.

Well, what would be good if I said I recommend it. It's summer, and the refreshing carbonation system is iron plate, but grapefruit is not bad.

I also ask Aoki, drawing cocktails with a little cane and head.

"What about Aoki?

"Ah, oh. Give me the same one."

"Perhaps."

Aoki still had a subtle look compared to Umebara.

Looks like I'm gonna have to get in the mood and make a nice cup of this.

I only checked the empty bottle of "White State" once more and then got to work on it.