'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"Sir, your face is a little red, isn't it?

"Don't make fun of me!

You made me a cocktail, what a little wish you worked so hard on, Corsica. That was all with the nervous girl, and I was headed to the basement of the dorm.

In the end, that face looks oddly embarrassed because I laughed after I had a little trouble reacting. I gave him a bit of a customer service tone, all the more softening.

"It's out-of-heart to tease. I'm just serious about customer service."

"But my face is a little less serious..."

"Excuse me. I'm gonna be serious now."

I tightened my cheeks a little loose, which I was aware of myself.

I don't talk to Corsica in the store very often, so inevitably I don't deal with her in customer service mode very often.

Because of this, I am often relatively vegan when dealing with Corsica, or she is illuminated when I treat her politely.

"If you tell me otherwise, I'll always be happy to make a cocktail."

"'Cause I'm not really in a position to be selfish or anything."

"That's not true. Besides, men are more than happy to be moderately selfish."

And I'm the one who talks about things like male representation.

Corsica noticeably finds the escape route I was making slightly, with a slightly worn eye.

"Men... you don't say if you are"

"Personal hobby preferences don't seem to be mentioned during customer service."

"So the general, don't you like it?

When people say those words with a slightly anxious eye, it's a lot of trouble.

Or this is what happens when the guilt swells that you made me look like that.

Before Corsica's face clouded any more, I returned the words slightly quicker.

"I'd be happy to ask for a cocktail."

It is a mouth-watering phrase that hastily stops the customer service mode.

After I said it, I realized that somehow I didn't really answer Corsica's question. Is it because of her stabbing eyes that she has sharpened?

"... I mean, other than cocktails, you don't like being selfish."

"That's not true! Because it's easier to be told! See, when you make a cocktail, it seems easier to make it when you have a designation than when you leave it to me."

I'm sure it's easier to be selfish than not to be told anything.

There are many things that my experience can't handle when I'm stored inside me.

Corsica seemed half-hearted, but she knew that there was nothing I didn't like.

"At least you don't lie about cocktail entanglement."

"It includes something."

"That's not true. I trust the general."

Heh heh, to Corsica, who laughs with pleasure like she forgot her attitude just now, I only laugh back bitterly.

Speaking of which, this fluffy dog-eared girl steps in when she steps in unexpectedly. It seems modest and the roots are bold with his brother.

No matter what you tease me about, I'm going to step in the grave until I know exactly what's going on around here. And I reflected on this one.

I even came in front of a practice room in the basement with such an exchange.

I explained that this room is simply a bar in the dorm. Can I call it a full-fledged home bar?

As an Easys dorm, a place where you don't have to go to the store to have a full practice. It can also be used when it is necessary to entertain a Guest or when we want to have a little conversation.

Then the kitchen is similar to Easy's kitchen, so Bergamo is sometimes there.

And, slightly off the record, in short, a room for bartenders. Underground is also the result of a little awareness of soundproofing.

A little through the hall on the ground floor and a little down the suspicious stairs, there is a room fitted with a wooden door that looks heavy.

Me and Corsica take each other and stand in front of that entrance, trying to softly open the door.

"Sally! That's how the general will piss you off!

But I heard people talking from inside, and my hands stopped.

Apparently, there's a client in the room.

This voice would be Phil's voice without even thinking about it. He's enthusiastic about studying, and there's something about being a practice bug, so there's nothing strange about him practicing inside when it comes to holidays.

But Phil wasn't the only one in there.

'It's okay. I'm not doing anything wrong.'

Against Phil's voice that praised something, the voice of a girl who didn't even look bad continued.

Apparently, some of these are twins who are my apprentices.

And something tells me Sally's doing something that's going to piss me off.

"Well, maybe it's not a bad thing."

'Phil cares too much. There's nothing to be afraid of when the Chief isn't here. "

Well, apparently Sally thinks she can do whatever she wants if I can't find her. Naturally, my facial expressions were becoming crooked with Nico.

As it were, I thought I shouldn't, but I put my ear to the door and explore the sound inside.

"Um, Mr. General? You look like you're having a lot of fun."

"... No, I wonder why"

Corsica, who had a nice chat earlier, was now a bit of a pull away from me.

I wonder why.

Until just now, I was having fun thinking about what the hell I was going to make Corsica, and now I'm full of heads over what Sally's doing.

Sally in the room says whatever else she wants without realizing I'm listening outside.

'Mostly, I'm thinking too much about that guy's cocktail. You're alone with the girl, talking about the cocktail extensively, aren't you stupid?

"Uh yeah. But that's what's so good about you."

"A good place? You really think it's a good place, Phil? From the bottom of your heart?

".................. Ugh, yeah"

Phil's defense voice, it's small. I could barely hear you.

I'm used to being called a cocktail idiot, but maybe that wasn't a compliment? Could a cocktail idiot have been a bad word...?

Where I feel a little lonely, Sally still says.

'... well, I was a little happy too. But I don't think you should just do what you're told to do to get back at him.'

'But why would you do that? I wish I had gone ahead with normal training. "

'I'll do that too! But,' cause if I could do this, it wouldn't look funny!

After Sally's voice walking smoothly down the path to vampire-like self, Phil's rushing to stop again.

To the boulder, can't we just stand here and listen forever?

I smile, Nico, and I glance at Corsica. She snorted back with a look like she'd given up something.

And I decided to step inside the room.

'So watch, right, Phil?' Cause you're the only one who can ask for this. '

"Ahhh! So! '

'Cause it's good! You just have to tell me what you think.'

Where Sally started something to worry Phil about, I deliberately opened the door.

The door is open to the outside and the bell is mounted.

The bell made a noise with Karan the moment the door was opened to convey some intrusion to the insider.

"What?"

And Sally and I got eyes on each other.

What Sally was doing, it had answers around Sally's head.

The answer is, immediately losing gravity and coming back to Sally's hand, and slipping off Sally's hand, which was in love with my appearance.

Ultimately, an empty bottle with no contents fell on the cloth towel, making a golly dull noise without cracking.

Yes, when I entered the room, a bottle that Sally would have thrown was creeping through the universe.