'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

Happy or unhappy, there were visitors around the end of the conversation with Guinura and the call back of the woman and her husband.

A man with a calm atmosphere, probably a repeat customer. He didn't know much about Guinura. Just a light meeting, he sits on the other end of the counter.

The woman approached the new customer, and me and Ginula looked forward without even looking at each other in the adjacent seats.

Each other, they shake a glass of ale that they never toasted twice, pouring in feeling something bitter in their throats softly.

"So what do you want to do? What do you think?

In Guinura's inquiry, I knew I was stuck in words.

Guinura sighs, ha, with such a frightened look on my face.

"Nobody's asking for answers. Just say how you think about it and what's bothering you"

"... well, yeah"

If that's easy to do, aren't you lost?

I don't like to tell someone an idea that hasn't come together. But it doesn't come together, so it bothers me.

And in the end, I decided not to cover up what I was feeling.

"... to be honest. I thought 'cocktails' would be good for anything. So far, here I am."

"I know that"

"Saving Sui and people, helping Bergamo and Corsica, helping the twins become bridges between vampires and people, everything. There was a 'cocktail' next door, so they came."

The only time you line up beautiful words is when you're a bartender.

Of course there was a desire to help people. But there was a cocktail next door, so I wasn't lost.

"But for the first time since I've been here, I'm lost. It's not what I know about cocktails, and there are still cocktails that exist in this world."

"Oh."

"I don't know if I should bless the new cocktail."

You've been relying on me for a long time... yes I added myself to the mockery.

Guinura has nothing to say to my expression. Seeing my pity doesn't make me laugh.

He's just looking at me like he sees something far away.

"If it was a cocktail for a drink, you wouldn't end up hurting someone. It should just help someone. But 'new cocktail' is different. There must be times when you save someone, and there must be times when you hurt someone."

…………

"I'm afraid that choice might hurt someone. I think my choice will be a spark of future strife, too heavy for a tiny bartender."

As I said, I grabbed the glass at hand.

The new cup is definitely cold and it sucks the starchy heat in me.

But when I included that in my mouth, I felt the bitter things that I was spitting out until just now had returned into my body.

Guinura gave me such a chilling grin.

Then I'll tell you one thing.

I got up. I felt like I'd never seen Guinura's serious expression so close.

I used to compete, I stayed in the same room. He's such a weird relationship guy.

That's what he made clear with a serious look.

"What are you like? Are you going to be a god?

"Huh?"

It was such a Guinura word, not to be ridiculous, not to have a great deal of heat.

I return a decent look without understanding what they're saying.

But instead of waiting for my reactions, Guinura continued to act a little irritated.

"What are you? You said so yourself. You are just a bartender. What about the bartender? You must be the one who makes the customers who come to the bar smile, right?

"... but"

"How is a man like that, his invisible man, trying to save everything? Did Sui affect you? I'll tell you what, he's special. I can have that wish because I'm a special idiot. Are you that special?

Are you a special person?

How many people can be asked that and say it's special?

I couldn't say anything.

"... I am"

"I'll say it again, you're a bartender. What can you do to a bartender, as close as you can to the other guy, what? That's all right. All you have to do is think about what you can see. That's the bartender's choice for you."

Guinura told me that I was arguing against it.

"You really think that's a good idea? I'm a bartender, so I can't take care of everything that's going to happen next, throw it out. Are you allowed to choose somehow?

Because I don't know, I would definitely regret it if I made the right decision.

I was told it was stupid to worry, even though I was worried because I thought so.

I thought that was too, too irresponsible.

"... ha. So in the first place, I'm saying it's a different way of thinking."

Guinura had eyes that accuse her of not knowing me.

Then, Guinura thinks through the glass. I imitated it like I swallowed something that wasn't funny either. We both drink up, and the glass hits the counter.

You felt a little sword swallowing in our exchange, and the woman noticed you were looking at this one, too. I asked for a replacement and smiled back, as I would fix it.

After the replacement cup arrived, Guinura looked at the glass and said:

"When you're a bartender, for example, do you worry about how customers drink this ale?

I assumed the occasion.

"A little, I will. Well, all of a sudden I don't want you to worry about it."

"Is that all?

"Well, that would be ale, and there wouldn't be a hard way to drink it"

It would be rude to say if Yale had the right way to drink it, but I don't think there is a way to drink it, to the extent that I would be somewhat careful when pouring it into the glass.

When she heard it, Guinura laughed.

"Right. But I think so. You can hit the contents of this glass right now with a hard glass, or you can hit him with a hard glass."

"... that's not how you drink ale"

"That's right. But I can use it that way. It's always up to the person in front of you to decide how to use what's in front of you."

So I finally figured out what Ginulla was trying to say.

I'm a bartender, so I recognize it as something to drink ale from. But for those who don't recognize it, there's not even an indicator of how to handle it.

"I'm with you. When you serve a 'cocktail', it's not always you who decides how to handle it. The person who received the cocktail."

"... and all of a sudden, if they used it in a fight, it wouldn't have happened."

That's not limited to cocktails. People will only be able to choose the use that was on the spot for what they don't know in front of them.

I knew that was a comical rewording of my situation.

However, I could also say that was a little too simplistic.

If it's in the bar, I can take care of it myself. But if it's world-wide, there's nothing I can do.

That's how I thought about it, so I can't honestly agree to "yes, we're together".

Ginulla adds, knowing or not my understanding and grit like that.

"Like I said, I'm not giving you any advice. You're just a bartender. At the same time, what you serve is the same 'cocktail' whether it's a drink or not. That's all."

And Guinura tilted the glass, even as she said she had said what she wanted to say. And smile a little.

bitter, and seemed to smear his remarks until then.

Hearing what Guinura had to say, my heart was certainly shaking.

For me, 'cocktails' are drinks. That's because I'm a 'bartender', so I guess I think so.

But what if people who aren't - for example, people who can see 'beverages' and 'magic' as objectively?

"Hey, one thing, can I ask you something?

"What. If you just want to ask, you can ask him."

I laugh a little bittersweetly at what Guinura says.

But this was something I wanted to ask Guinura.

"What's a 'cocktail' from you?

Guinura has always been an enemy.

We fought at a review meeting as a beverage. I've pointed it at it as magic.

What does he think of cocktails?

Not on the cocktail side, what does he think of cocktails?

Guinura snorted in response to the question.

"Though it will be decided on the abomination of the eye"

"... well, I guess so"

It is a reply as expected when it comes to expectations.

He hates cocktails and never rejoices. Whether directly or indirectly, he has always been painfully impressed by 'cocktails'.

But Guinura has been wearing it even more because of the way she eats from it.

"But if you look at it from a person other than me, you do. It's like a possibility."

"Possibility?

Tasted into slightly positive words, coming out of Guinura's mouth.

Guinura says blushing, tilting the glass so she doesn't bother to show me her expression.

"I mean, nothing's been decided yet. Cocktails are newborn babies. It's up to the world to decide who the cocktail is."

Guinura's words have been on my mind since just now. Sure, cocktails were just born in this world. No one knows what that's going to be.

And I thought I meant it back, but Guinura added it seemed uninteresting.

"Don't you dare ask me what a cocktail is. You should always keep showing what a cocktail is. Show the baby the way and show people what cocktails mean. That's what you, as a bartender, should do."

Something snapped at Guinura's words.

Voices and situations are as if they were different. That was years ago, in a certain bar.

Next door to me being nervous about the bees, the angry woman who can afford them, is the word that sounds great.

"'Do not ask what we mean by life. We are in a position to be questioned by life, and we must give the answer to life'".

"... suddenly what?

"No, it's nothing"

Life is a cocktail. It's not the bartender's job to ask what a cocktail means.

The bartender is always in a position to be asked 'what is a cocktail' and it is the bartender's job to give that answer.

There are both good and bad sides to cocktails. But how you see it is personal freedom. And I want to see the good side of it. I'd like to think cocktails are great stuff.

And the bartender keeps asking himself if the answer is really right.

I have something I need to do.

I'm certainly just a bartender. It's a good place to be arrogant to take all the responsibility that cocktails cause from now on.

But giving it up and throwing it all out is definitely not the same. Taking responsibility isn't just a story after everything has happened.

I keep explaining what a cocktail is.

That's just the bartender, my only way to take responsibility.

All I can do is keep showing you how to be treated correctly, even in the world out of the bar.

"... can I ask you one more thing?

Guinura returned nothing.

If it sounds too stupid, maybe you don't recognize the question just now as one.

There is no guarantee that you will answer, but I asked Guinura again.

"Assuming the magic is no longer special, I think there are many people who will contend with it or who will be saved"

"I don't know that. But to a man who has never been able to use magic, he is given a choice. I wonder what you think of that."

Only a very small number of talented people will have the option to choose to appear before more.

I've always been given that option, and I've thought about how I've been.

In my 'cocktail', there are people who can and cannot be saved. While there are people who can make a smile, there are people who can't save their lives with a drink.

But having a 'gun' saved some even more.

If you think about it, what do you think?

When it becomes necessary, if there is' freedom of choice 'there is indeed something to be saved?

'Cocktails' to such a person may be what they need.

If so, it may be the bartender's job to keep showing it correctly so as not to use it incorrectly.

I can't take responsibility for the future. But we can leave the choice to the future. I can also make an effort to make that choice right. And taking away your choices, I don't want to.

That has been, and I'm sure will continue to be.

"Sounds like you've made up your mind."

Ginulla threw those words at me.

I just blew it off a little bit, and I told him to go back to his usual face.

"Guinura, you just called me 'not special', but that's a mistake"

"Hmm?"

"I seriously believe that 'cocktails' can save someone, I'm a special idiot"

"... well, sure, if you ask me, maybe so"

Ginulla laughed just a little funny at my jokes.

It could have been our first natural laugh, which we showed alone.