'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

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I want to get used to it. I think so. Amber.

Guinura looked at the liquid in the glass in her hand and had that feeling.

The colour is the colour we once saw in the land of the north. I also feel slightly pale, but it must be a color stuck to my memory.

If I remember that time, I also remember how I realized that day. It revives the tremor of the body with a sense of reality.

That's what goes through the zokri and spine. But something I never hate.

There was a color in front of me that I wanted to see again that reminded me of it.

Guinura moved the glass closer to her mouth without hesitation.

Fluffy aromas are strong with sweet and gorgeous notes of mint, mint. But the smell behind it also reached Guinura's nose.

It smells strange like sweet rotting wine, then somewhere dead.

But it turns out that its dead feeling is probably that of 'Old Potion'.

Thinking that far, Guinura made up her mind and contained the liquid in her mouth.

The cold glass, the lips you put on there, conveying to the tongue is a cool feeling.

After all, it is a gorgeous taste of mint that goes from tongue to mouth and out to nose, not unlike the scent. But that's not all.

In fact, Guinura knows quite a bit about the 'liqueur potion' that the bartender in front of her made.

So I also immediately realized that the taste was slightly different from the 'white mint liqueur' in my head.

If you drink it alone, the liqueur is like condensed sweetness, which can be difficult. But this cocktail doesn't feel like it.

Sweet, but not hard. Instead, I even felt a hint of spiciness, like tingling my tongue tip.

The impression of spiciness becomes more pronounced past the throat.

The feeling of burning your throat as you pass is similar to that of the 'Old' you once drank.

If you're going to make a difference, then the scent goes through your nose.

Its aroma, mixed with mint and drained, is hidden from the fruity, drifting sweet finish of the grape.

Overall, it has a refreshing taste.

The impression of falling out is just like a sharp needle. A cool needle called the sobriety of the mint stabs a sharp, thin image in his head.

But gradually the place has heat. A poison that you don't notice when you're stabbed, with twitching and heat, invades your head.

One more sip to be sure, and you'll be deluded again, and the poison will spread. I guess that way, little by little, you get drunk by the spreading poison.

Shortly afterwards, I realize that the poison is the other 'old' thing the bartender calls it.

No, not exactly from the bartender, but I had heard of its presence in Albao.

Something that was desperately created then by 'Old' made of malt.

Apart from that, they say there is an 'old' made of grapes.

There are a lot of other ideas that the bartender has, but these are the two at the moment.

Only these two look at completion as a prototype.

Would you be fortunate to drink that first in the form of a cocktail rather than a single product? Or would it be unhappy?

Guinura thought, but stopped immediately.

The bartender's cocktail is not suitable for drinking while thinking ahead. Now I can only receive what I have been given.

Because this disgusting man is straight when it comes to cocktails. He seems to be worried about thinking ahead, and in the end all he has in mind is to make the best.

So all Guinura can do is believe this is a cocktail made for herself.

And, thinking that far, Guinura felt an ironic grin coming in.

A cocktail made for you that you believe in is a poison needle.

Too, does it not accurately represent the relationship between the total and yourself? I couldn't wait to find that interesting, and I don't want to admit it, but I just missed you.

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"This is a cocktail you made for me."

"You know what I mean?

'Cause there's a lot to hate.'

Guinura, who until just now contained cocktails, said something like that.

His expression is hard to understand. I guess it's because the image in me really makes a negative bias.

But I could see that he seemed a little lonely.

"Shizuku, for you, the depressing 'poison needle' that stabbed you at the tip of your finger."

Ginula rocks the glass in her hand and laughs at herself mockingly.

I spoke to him unexpectedly.

"Wait, that's different"

"Huh?"

To be honest, it doesn't matter what I think of Guinura myself.

But you can't even make a cocktail feel bad. So here I am, saying what I think you mean.

"[Stinger] means' Poisonous Tongue Family 'in addition to needles and thorn-like meanings like words."

"..." The Poisonous Tongue Family "...?

"You're not being honest, are you?"

Just a little, let me put it aside at the end so Guinura can easily argue.

Guinura understands the meaning of my words, or she revisits her ever more loving attitude and says it with a face full of disgust as usual.

"Ha, don't be silly. It's like I'm really saying something out of favor. [M] I'm not kidding. I'm not kidding. Not at all."

With that said, Guinura tilted the glass again with a slightly satisfied face.

Maybe he liked it.

"Albao said it. If only the new 'Old' were good for Guinura."

I insignificantly tell you that the base of cocktails that Guinura is drinking right now has been sent from Albao.

When she heard it, Guinura roared with a translator's face and then laughed disgustingly again.

"Then you should not make it a cocktail, but just give it to me as it is. You're a bad guy."

"No, I wasn't originally willing to give it to you, and today, well, it just so happens"

"Kisa well!

When I told the selling words in buying words, even though it was Guinura who had set them up, Guinura was also the first to boil them.

But Guinura won't come after me. I guess you noticed two of the stores looking at us calmly when you were about to get up.

A woman told me what she thought because our exchange had settled down.

"That's delicious. It feels much stronger, completely different from ale or wine. But compared to the feel of my throat, it's easy to drink."

"Right. It's not usually something I could drink. I feel like I could drink distilled liquor if it feels like this."

The same goes for the woman's opinion, but I was more concerned about her husband's opinion.

He was relaxed and repeated in his silence, but just a sip of the cocktail linked him to a less developed distilled liquor in this world.

I'm surprised you're not supposed to know about the cocktail's prior knowledge or the existence of Old.

Perhaps the feeling of the tongue is more suited to bartenders than a cook for a moment.

The woman, looking easier than her husband, makes her voice play.

"I was just listening, but I don't know if we can get it out."

"Oh, if that's the case, I also have a study group at the lord's."

"Oh really? I'm lost."

The woman said with a troubled smile.

But when I thought I turned a chill to the man sitting in front of me, I said with a grin.

"But it's still good. We have something that we serve, and it's not a store that does it very widely."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Because that's the kind of guy who's our customer."

There is a store colour.

Some stores actively incorporate new ones, while others protect things they make once without bending them.

I'm not talking about which is better. I'm just saying there's a store of that kind.

And at least, this store comes by the latter. So I'm sure there are a lot of fixed customers. There's at least one person in front of me who's relieved that it won't change.

It was us who didn't say anything about Guinura taking one breath away from being noticed.

"I don't know, you've been disturbing me for a long time. It's time."

I went back outside again from inside the counter and ordered just one more drink to match the knob I had left. And when I drank it up, I said.

Women say things that make them look like sales.

"It's still good. Have another drink and go."

"I have work tomorrow."

"It's night if you're working, right? Then you'll be fine."

Chikuri and a woman who forgives me but pokes at my colleagues' stories.

I laugh bitterly and tell him again that it's really your bill. So the woman also responded to the accounting with a smile that she had no choice.

I was going to drink and eat quite a bit, but the accounting was to the extent that a single piece of silver coin - I converted it to 5,000 yen.

"We sell cheap and talk."

"Plus the beauty of a billboard girl, right?"

"I'm not old enough to flatter you."

That's what I said in my mouth, while the woman seemed happy to be out there. It's also wild to say it's a joke or something here, so I thought I'd leave it up to my husband to say something.

Seeing the timing as a gap, Guinura asked me.

"By the way, Yugiri, what happened to the escort?

"What, an escort?

I ask back without understanding what Ginulla is asking me.

But Guinura looked frightened by my attitude. And he drinks up a glass of ale all at once, which was still about half left, and tells the woman.

"I'm an accountant too."

"Oh, I thought you two were close."

"Not like that."

Guinura doesn't look as good as the teasing words. Just look at me like I stink.

"I don't think so, but you're alone, and I'm guessing you're not walking out with Prapra late at night"

"... no, well, I'm alone"

".................. chi"

Guinura just did the accounting, too, and gets out long before I get distracted.

"You have no choice. I'll send you. Let's go home."

"Yeah?

I wasn't sure what Ginulla was talking about.