'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

Beast man.

In this world, it is man who boasts the greatest number. They say the next most common is the Beast Man.

There are many different kinds of beasts as well.

Dogs, cats, birds, rabbits...... roughly enough species of beast to say anything.

If you flip them, you think about 20% of them are beasts in the country?

But they don't have much standing in this country.

Originally, the Beasts have their own country to the south more.

It seems difficult to live in this country.

It's not that beasts can't recognize human rights.

But the beast man cannot be a nobleman in this country.

The decision of this country is made at the convenience of man.

Because of this, the Beast Man says that even if many have better physical abilities than humans, they often live in poverty.

"Can't you get me to tell you what's going on?

Ask the dog-eared man tied to a seat at the counter after glue-wrapping with rope.

I can talk in a normal tone, but I'm open, so I won't switch off customer service.

Even before, there was only one robbery in this store.

At that time, I happened to borrow [Jin Lyme], which was in front of me, and he passed out, but at the same time a strange rumor arose.

In this store, there are rare magic shows, like.

... On second thought, what is the 'Poor Store' that Viola heard about?

Either way, the robber was an irremediable villain, so I immediately called him in.

So again, I asked. I wanted to know the scope of extenuating circumstances.

Why, what a ridiculous imitation of robbery.

Why did you want the potion, not the gold?

"Rich people don't know what you're making."

As the man sarcastically put it, he threw up without looking at me.

I feel like giving up something and regretting that attitude.

A man who stays on his knees, but the only thing with good prestige is words, and those ears have been snagging all along.

"You don't make excuses."

"What happens if I do? You're not gonna change what I did. Or are you saying you're gonna miss me?

"That's not true."

Just a few dog-eared men dropped their shoulders as I said with a smile of nicole.

While I was at it, the cocktail for the table was done, and I called Rye.

"Rye! This, four cups at the back table!

"Copy that!"

When Rye received the glass quickly, he shivered away.

Well, now my hands are finally free, too.

Iberis, who was sitting right in front of me earlier, has been asked to move his seat for a reason.

So, from the workbench, there's only me and the dog-eared guy.

I turn to Iberis, who was working on the edge of the store.

She gives a good thumbs up. Apparently, he's ready.

"Do you like mint?

"Ah?"

Surprised by my words all of a sudden, the dog-eared man finally looked at my face.

"Because of this, I thought even a 'cocktail' with mint on you"

At the opening of the bar, it was incredible that it was completely out of my head.

Herbs, especially mints, are one of the materials readily available.

You can crush it to give it a refreshing flavor, or you can entertain your eyes and nose as a decoration.

I don't care what you think there isn't, it's one of the cocktail's famous sidekicks.

But my suggestion seemed to me to be a joke.

"Are you making fun of me? Or is that it? You're telling me you're gonna give the poor a 'potion' for the last hand?

The dog-eared man stared at me in a mood to see.

I just want to do something about that mistake first.

"You seem to be mistaken earlier, but we're not rich."

"Ha! Think of what you're going to say! You know that kid, right? A potion shop is like dealing with rich people, rich people's business."

The man said to me, no, I'm sure he looked down on 'us'.

It is in the corner of my sight that Sui only slightly, with his sad eyes.

Just a little bit, the on-off switch shook.

"... that's enough. Have a drink first. We'll talk about it later."

When I was clear, the man glanced at the sudden change of tone.

But I quickly regain my mind and hum my nose.

I exhaled and calmed my mind and regained consciousness to the bartender again.

At first, of course, it starts with preparation.

But this cocktail is slightly different in colour from what it has been.

The first glass to be prepared, but I would prefer something a turn larger than the usual capacity of about 300ml.

Because it is easy to work with later and a little sturdy.

Afterwards, it is' ram '-' salam potion '- that is removed from the freezer.

And "Crushed Ice" - "Crash Ice".

Crash ice cream is not something to be made for.

At least it was at the bar where I worked.

It's a fragment of breaking ice.

It's crushed extra ice that really comes out when breaking the ice for the cocktail.

When breaking the ice, generally, prepare a large container directly below where you are working.

It is a place to temporarily keep ice before it is broken, and at the same time it becomes a place to store crushed ice. After you've broken the ice, collect and store the crushed ice that's accumulating.

Crushed ice is easy to get out, especially when you're making round ice.

Naturally, the way round ice is made is not by 'breaking' but by 'sharpening'.

However, since there is no alcohol to drink at this store using round ice, the output is low.

Nevertheless, it's not, never.

Cocktails recommended to use such crash ice cream.

That's 'this cocktail' that uses mint in large quantities.

When you have finished removing what you need from the freezer, remove the soda from the refrigerator.

Then, take a new lime from the fruit basket and prepare a piece (clump) of mint that was placed together on the side.

The sugar was ready to be used at any time and the ingredients were all set.

Cut the lime first.

Except it's not the usual 1/6 cut, it's a bump.

The amount used is half lime. The white muscles at the tip and center are removed by cutting them in half lengthwise in four equal parts.

From there, divide it into four more equal parts, and when you can make sixteen chunks of about a centimeter square, put them together and put them in a glass.

Next, add the right amount of mint to the glass.

I know it's appropriate to describe the right amount with a few mint leaves or something. But all this has to be said is the right amount.

The recipe describes it roughly as ten to fifteen.

But the way I remember it is, "I bought mint from a supermarket pack, more or less, for five cups."

Finally, pour two bar spoons of sugar into the glass.

If that's done, I'll crush them with a rinse.

As a guide, there is no bitterness in the lime skin, enough to open the scent of mint leaves.

When I'm done crushing it, I'll pack the crash ice cream in that glass.

A little too much ice cream, I think.

I got that far and finally got 45 ml of 'Lamb'.

Fill with soda, without adding intermittent hair.

When these liquids enter, the crash ice cream floats, eliminating any wasted gaps.

Just enough, it looks like you've lost your volume.

I'll steer the contents up and down quickly with a bar spoon.

It feels like pulling out the ingredients that accumulate at the bottom of the glass.

To get here, it's hard to leave carbonation firmly where carefully steered.

Don't be afraid, it's fortunate to steer quickly, even if it's a little rampant.

As a result, it leaves more carbonation.

If you decide the contents are mixed enough, it's done.

If it's true, I'll stab the straw, but the raw hate and the straw in this world seem to be made of wheat.

I use substitutes because stabbing them in the crash ice cream intensively is problematic.

Iberis, who was anticipating the timing, gave me something.

"Yes, total. straw of metal."

"Thanks"

It's a straw made of metal. I get as little metal flavor as possible.

How did you process that in this short time? I guess it's still the one called 'supernatural power' that can only be used by drones.

But the process is good. I thanked Iberis and then stabbed her in the glass.

"Thank you for waiting. [Mojito]."

I put the glass in front of the dog-eared man, but the man glanced at this one as he deserved.

But I didn't feel much fear in its appearance.

Maybe it's because that nose is responding to the glass in front of you when it stings.