"Bad clerk, you are."
Back to back with the tone, Trice sat at the counter laughing with great pleasure.
In a completely cold store, beautiful gray hair shines like a moon reflecting the light of day.
Only two of the Easies with just the lights on, me and Trice.
"Always open a closed store at your own convenience."
"You have no choice. I can't believe we're talking about anything else..."
"Sure, there's no such thing as a girl's shop that's available at this hour."
…………
Trice says it's as if he was looking at my choices somewhere.
If I'm stuck in a response, they'll come after me even more if I'm evil.
"But I've never been to a girls bar or a cabbage club, and I'm not interested?
"Give me a break. No, you can go somewhere else."
"Right. It's been a long time since I've been on a boulder and I said," So, you want to go on a date at the girls bar? There's nothing like that. "
to, and she elbows the counter behaving badly and laughs as she holds her cheeks with both hands.
Such a casual trick was also a good look at in my house. Occasionally Ibuki had a happy grin, not even knowing what made her so happy.
I swallow my spit with drunkenness and ask Trice.
"I'm the one who invited you, so I'll make you a drink. What's good?
"Service?"
"Services"
Service but not free. I'll get a cup out of my purse later. If you want to use it for practice, it's still reasonable to pay for it if you want people to drink it.
Tris, um, as happy as ever, narrowed his eyes and looked at the shelves.
"... you've been acting like a bar for a long time"
"... well"
Follow her gaze. I slip away with fruit-based, herbal-based, and special liqueurs. These are gemstones that you drink, varying from colour to flavour.
It was about six months ago when I met Trice before, but it would be about a year before she entered the store. Compared to that time, the variety of bottles increased dramatically.
But when it comes to big differences, one thing.
Whiskey...... no, it's about 'Old Potion' lining up.
Of course, too few compared to the unlimited number of brands on the planet. Raw liquor made of "white oak" - only a few varieties experimented with changing the original potion in various ways.
A fig that just sees the taste and ingredients and says it's 'bourbon' or 'ira' on its own without even meeting the criteria.
But what I created in this world, it's important.
"... then I recommend it because its amber"
"Do you have a preference?
Her chest was just a little stiffened by her choice of 'Old'.
I deliberately take a bartender-like attitude to hide such a swing in my mind. Notice what's inside of me, Tris says to shake it.
"Um, I like" Dewars "and" Turkey "and" White State "a lot."
"... that, ha"
"Haha. That was a mean order."
"... no"
I quickly turned away from her and turned to the shelf. My heart is pulsing incredibly dodgy.
Right now, I'm getting the urge to grab Trice's shoulder and ask him a lot of questions.
But I slowly sank them into my stomach with a deep breath and reached for one.
"Okay, take this."
"... yeah"
When I put the bottle on the counter, Tris leaks his voice as merciful.
It's a decorative label in a bottle that doesn't have any philosophy. The amber inside is shaking gently and gently.
"... I made it, it's a potion. One of my own blends of liquids from my magic."
"Master, you've become a master blender."
It didn't sound funny to her words, but I still denied it.
"It's not that big a layer. I didn't say I made it, I didn't make it alone. I asked people for their opinions, tweaked them, and made them one."
I'm a bartender, not a producer of booze. So even the task of mixing the same is different on its own.
Believe in your tongue and mix together the raw wine you get from White Oak. of that prototype, and now let people try what satisfies them.
Reflecting the opinions of many people involved in this store, a satisfying blended whiskey was finally completed.
Tris snorted briefly, but deeply, at my words.
"... yes"
"I want you to try it."
I'll have two little tulip-shaped tissue glasses.
Wipe gently with a clean cloth, 30ml just for the eyes because you haven't got the tools out. That's as far as it's bloated.
Chaser was ready, too, and I offered two glasses to Trice softly.
"Enjoy, please."
As I offered, I was remembering the first time I drank 'Dewars'.
Everything was different then. The place, age, and position are different.
The way she slowly reaches for the glass in front of her looks dazzling. An unspoken fear makes me want to be out of sight. But I can't keep my eyes open.
Maybe Ibuki felt this way that day, too.
Someone is drinking their favorite drink for the first time.
Even with absolutely delicious certainty, the fruit, anxiety and fear are swirling in my chest.
If they say it tastes bad, they just want to get away with it. But I never want to run away.
Until you see the other person's face when you drink it.
Trice, who was enjoying the scent of springing up by shaking the glass gently, narrowed her eyes softly.
And slowly tilted the glass, her white throat cockled.
Then she quietly puts the glass on the counter.
I'll just wait and see which word comes out of her mouth.
After that quiet time, a sound is produced.
"... ah"
But the first thing that came out of her was a glimmer of tears, not words.
A grain of tears smacked the counter small.
Where I was unable to respond to her tears, Trice rushed to wipe it and apologize.
"Ah, you. Totally, because I'm fine. Because it's delicious."
"No, no, no, not that"
She smiles as she says. Still, I can't stop crying zero later. Haha and make a mis-modulated voice and wipe it with a desperate squeeze.
Before Trice the Cry Laugh, I felt like I was back to being a college student. I can't get one of my attentive words out, just to be a dick.
They catch me and I'm about to cry to me.
"Hey, don't look a little weird. You're a bartender."
"Well, yes. I'm not at work right now. No, not you. What do you hate about that?
"Because I know! It's okay, it's not like that."
We have too much to say to each other, one word at a time. As a result, it does not become a transmissible sentence of meaning.
Still, he's not sad and crying. I'm relieved to hear that.
And yet Trice's tears never show signs of stopping. Whatever I did seemed pointless and I just decided to wait on the spot until she settled down.
But you didn't care about my attitude like that, Trice pointed her lips just a little.
"Don't look at me. Talk to me."
"No, but"
"Because it's good! Let's have a conversation. Let's talk about something."
Even if they tell me to have a conversation, the woman in front of me is nowhere to talk at this rate. But he's not satisfied that I'm silent.
If it's a sales complaint, you can just return it according to the other person's words. But if they're not in a position to talk, we'll have to talk about the topic unilaterally here.
As for my mood, I feel like I'm being impotent to talk about something funny.
To tell you the truth, I don't like that.
But I don't know if I have the purpose of decorating Trice in front of him. I'll let you hear as much as I can, even if it's not jammed.
In the end, until her tears stopped, I kept talking like a clown about what had happened recently.