'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

Until then, the end of life.

There was something I wanted to be.

For a long time, I hardly had a hobby.

When I was a kid, I was a kid playing in the house.

It's not like I'm bad at exercising. There's just something I like better than exercise.

That was the game.

I was in elementary school at the time, and I liked RPG, among other things.

A protagonist who manipulates himself experiences a variety of dramas.

Success, failure, misery, overcoming trials, and finally bringing peace to the world.

That's such an inspiring story.

While I was playing the game, I felt as if I was in that world, and that I couldn't wait to be happy.

At one point, I learned that a game is made by a gaming company.

There's a guy at the game company called Game Creator, and they manipulate something called a program, and they make games.

I got that information somewhere.

And I thought I'd go for something called a game creator.

He left middle school and went into high school, didn't get lost in his path, and tried to learn a program in college.

I went to college, and as I was studying the program, I realized there was one thing.

'I like to play games, but aren't I right to make games?'.

Just write the code to do the assignment, keep the principles in mind, and turn the loop.

To that repetition, I couldn't find the pleasure.

At the end of college, employment begins.

In a fluffy mood, he aspired to several gaming companies.

Fortunately, the paperwork review goes through.

Certain techniques were recognized for writing what had been learned in a foolish manner.

And fall in the interview.

I was impressed with the game and admired it. That's why I want to make a game. I have that feeling.

But I couldn't think of what I wanted to make the game for.

When I realized that the period of active life was over, I graduated with nothing to decide.

I couldn't help but get the feeling that I would try and get different places.

"I put him in a good college because of it!

And my parents cursed me, and at some point I was cut off from the edge.

I stopped thinking about going, and I saw a sticker in a bar near the nearest station at the university.

"Staff Recruitment"

I liked booze.

It was a new hobby that I finally found for myself that only had a hobby for gaming.

When I found out, I walked into a store I hadn't even opened yet and said,

'I'd like to work here,' he said.

At that time, I felt like I saw hope.

"I quit my job."

The time was around 5: 00 a.m.

The store closes at 4: 00 a.m., the time is already done cleaning up, and the owner is also notified of the sale and then just returns.

While closing the store's keys, I was speaking out when I realized what I was vaguely thinking.

At first, the bartender's work was certainly full of excitement.

I was serious about dealing with the type of people I'd never dealt with before and getting more and more new things I could do, and I never had so much fun.

But after six months of working, I began to wonder if it would be a little different.

The same conversation that is repeated between solidified regular people. The hurdle of conversation that only demands keep rising. The breathlessness of all the gathering humans looking for something by hand.

I can't see it either.

Among other things, it is particularly troublesome….

"What's wrong with me being a virgin..."

Just even, that a virgin is ridiculed.

So far, I've only seen one.

Other than that, I thought it was out of the way.

I didn't know how much bad status it was with society.

Personality denial when it's terrible. Sometimes they even put it up and say, 'So you're thin', 'So you're boring' and 'Such a guy is inferior human trash'.

I hated that conversation so much that it really, really backfired.

"In the end, I'm the only one still having fun."

Even after closing the store keys, I see the tools I brought up to practice.

Even if the story is boring, even if they make fun of you as a virgin.

Only cocktails never betrayed me.

Unlike that unseen one or this one earlier, only the cocktail reflects the amount practiced.

If it gets better, it'll taste good.

I just poured everything into this for not having 'talent' for anything else.

After a year, what goes right in the cocktail was no longer in the group.

"No matter how good the cocktails are, that's all you can call your guests."

Cover yourself with sighs and disgust that make you want to spit out and walk out on your way home.

"─ Huh?