'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

Old stories and now stupidity.

To the slightest memories of college, it's hard to be a member of society. such as the prevalence in laboratories and the low salaries of bartenders.

A rich topic that wouldn't come up if we were all in the same position. Endless conversations. My cocktail to enjoy it.

We haven't been together in a long time, and I think we've had a lot of fun having a drink. Feelings seemed to have gone back to being a student.

But one thing was decidedly different from when I was a student.

That noisy Umebara had fallen asleep at some point.

"... I'm a sociopath. You can't force it like a student."

I was emotionally zero while wearing a piece of towel kettle.

If I was a student, that was the only way I could have stayed awake all night. I guess that makes me a socialite and accumulates daily fatigue and frustration.

On weekdays, we have to get up early in the morning and go to the office again. I felt a little loneliness and just a little respect for what a healthy sleeping friend looked like.

I'm still okay.

Said Aoki as he appropriately carried his knob to his mouth with Plum Plains on his ass, where he fell asleep.

"I'm the only one who drinks to this hour who's still a student."

"Like me doing the night job, or what?

"Must be."

Trying not to wake up Umebara, who fell asleep, me and Aoki laughed at each other with Couscous.

Although the holidays are a little different in rhythm, my life is totally night shaped. In this time of year, I'd rather say you're the best.

Aoki is looking good too. Many of our universities stay late at night to study. Inevitably, rhythm tends to stop by at night.

"If you're still okay, do you want some more?

When I asked, Aoki gently raised the glass instead of responding.

There's about half the [gin fizz] I made left in there. She particularly liked the refreshing taste, which was not very sweet.

Containing a much more transparent liquid, Aoki says.

"Cocktails aren't bad, either. There's a different friendliness between beer and chewy."

"... right"

In keeping with Aoki's pace, I'll beat [Jin Tonic] myself.

I care about occupational diseases or how much liquid is left in the glass. If it was getting less, I would ask and feel like I have to take a new order about before it's gone.

"What do you want to drink next?

Therefore, I ask the next [Jin Fizz], who almost lost it at the perfect time.

However, Aoki looked at the glass a little and shook his head small after worrying.

"I've been making it, and you're tired? It's time to rock some whiskey instead of a cocktail."

"Hmm? You're perfectly fine, aren't you?

"It's good. It's the two of us, and it's not good to make them stand too often."

It bothered me a little, but I honestly decided to sweeten Aoki's generosity.

Compared to a cocktail, it's a lot easier to lock just by pouring ice into a glass. If you add a little more ice to your eyes, you can make the next one by pouring it when it's gone.

Don't think about the pace. Drinking is dangerous, remember.

Once I've done some messy glasses and dishes, I'll have some rock glasses and a glass for the chaser.

Add ice to both, Dewarth, who was on hand in the rock glass, and prepare water for the chaser to return to Aoki.

Aoki thanked him and received two glasses, then said with the face he came up with.

"Cheers again."

The suggestion was not bad.

I'll make a toast every time alcohol changes, including what it means to rearrange. The spirit is understandable even as a drink.

"So, Aoki, is that a good thing?

"I just celebrated the reunion..."

The troubled quote, we toasted the slight happiness that Aoki's research had progressed a little.

Aoki, lightly mouthed, leaks her voice through her throat.

"Whiskey's good. I didn't know it used to be, but I like it a lot now."

"Right? Especially since this Dewars is a good fit for [highball]."

Me and Aoki had a solemn drink while trying not to make too much noise about Umehara.

It's not a big deal, either. But that's easy and good. It is good to be able to talk empty-handed about things you think about in normal sales.

Flowers blossomed on appropriate topics, such as products that were no longer in the neighborhood supermarket, and the university's main entrance became a little beautiful due to construction, which I am concerned about living around here.

The first cup disappeared on us doing this. I'm in the second cup and the cocktail I was drinking just now is working too.

I was just feeling a little better.

I didn't really recognize the change in the other person's expression.

Suddenly, Aoki's words didn't catch up with his consciousness at first.

"Evening fog, empty bottles just now, can't you really throw them away?

I didn't know what I was talking about for a moment because it's something I cut out so naturally.

But soon I realized I meant "White State," and I immediately return the denial.

"That's not true, Aoki knows, the garbage removal rules around here"

"I know. But"

So Aoki turned away from me.

Without looking directly at me, I said, with a face that looks spicy to look directly at.

"It wouldn't be a reason not to throw away a bottle years ago."

…………

"That. Tori-su bought it, 'White State' I drank then...... right?

I couldn't reply. I couldn't even deny it.

You can laugh that's not true. You can say it's just an empty bottle. You can just say that I happen to buy one and it has nothing to do with anything.

So, I can close this story. I know that.

I know, but I couldn't tell you.

There was nothing I could do to say that "White State" was just an empty bottle.

"You, I knew you were still talking about Mr. Torisu"

"... ha. You can't say you forgot."

To Aoki, who had a serious atmosphere without a pattern, I returned a dry laugh to deceive.

After Torisu disappeared, I went back too lightly.

I didn't like being told a lot around, so I immediately went back to my usual life.

Maybe it's hard, maybe it's not hard. I don't know. With Ibuki Torisu paralyzed in my heart, I just went back to being a college student.

All her personal belongings were sent to her parents' house. "Torisu Ibuki", which was in my house, disappeared beautifully there. I should have.

When I thought so, I realized.

that an empty bottle of 'White State' was still in the house.

"I've tried to throw it away so many times. Without it, Ibuki would really be gone from this house."

At first it was just one bottle, so I thought I'd do it later. I thought I'd throw it away with you after the other bottles accumulated.

When that was just pre-construction, I noticed where the other empty bottles had accumulated.

No matter how many times I took out the trash, only a bottle of 'White State' could not be thrown away.

When I open the cap to wash the contents and smell the scent in it, I can't really wash it.

'White State' is expensive, so I can't buy it. Let's take some more to enjoy this scent.

Tighten the cap if you have no excuse for that. I've been repeating that for a long time.

"I think I look like an idiot myself. But I can't help it if I know it with my head. Somewhere in my heart, I think."

"... what?

"If I took that empty bottle, Ibuki would sneak up on us and say, 'Don't you throw it away yet? I thought you'd laugh at me for buying something new."

"……… evening mist"

I feel so sorry for Aoki's worried face about why.

Of course, it's just paranoia. Unlike a mind I don't try to admit, I understand it all the time with my head.

Torisu Ibuki is no longer in the world, for Christ's sake.

"I knew you couldn't do this. I'll wash it now."

I tried to force my hands and feet to move cold and paralyzed like ice even though it was summer.

Aoki will pull me back.

"Hey, what is it?

"Keep it up"

"What?"

"Keep the empty bottle."

I was confronted with forceful things. I felt like I'd never seen Aoki push opinions on people that way.

I wondered and asked Aoki.

"... Why, yes, you think?

Aoki frowned and answered with a slight glimpse.

"I don't know. There is no reason. But you can't throw it away yet."

"... what the hell is that"

"Whatever. Until you're convinced, don't throw it away, okay?

It was illogical persuasion, which I don't think is very engineering.

But I was so frustrated by that illogical story.

You don't have to throw away the empty bottle. I was glad that it was so affirmed, for some reason.

"... thanks. Aoki."

"Don't thank me."

In the end, that's where the empty bottle story ended.

It didn't even come with some sort of settlement, just an empty bottle left behind.

I have been unable to throw away the empty bottle ever since.