'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

Then a little while later, the celebration also opened.

For once, the banquet itself had been quite a while since it began, so when it came to a good time, it was.

I had no other way of returning a bitter laugh to my departing regular customers' gaze at what was going to happen.

Among those guests, Viola was not convinced that the twins were unhappy to work or that they would keep their figure until the end.

What do the twins do where they live, because this has taken the form of living in the Vermut family again?

"So if anything happens, you're gonna say it first, right?

"I know, Viola's worried"

"That's because you always do things that make me worry."

"Mutual. Good, in the way of cleaning"

That's how I ended up leaving the store in such a way that Sui would get rid of me.

It should also be noted that the place to stay, even if it is a residence, is a basement named Sui's lab.

Everyone thought there was nothing like that, but that seems convenient to them.

That's how I was prompted by Sui and decided to leave the cleaning to other people to talk to them.

"Shall we introduce ourselves again? I'm Evening Mist General. You can think of me as the chief bartender in this store."

I made it easy to clean up. I sat at the table and spoke to the twins lined up across the street.

"I'm Phil. Unfortunately, I don't know what it is."

"I'm Sally. Identity is with Phil."

After hearing from the two of you, I'll also ask you what I was worried about.

"So, how old are you two?

Appearance age ranges from mid to late teens.

But the vampires in my memory didn't feel too trapped in those things.

That said, the boy said sorry about the question.

"Uh, excuse me. I can't remember anything but language or common sense."

"Is that true, too? I'm sorry to hear that weird."

"No, it's fine."

Did you see the timing of the conversation with Phil as broken, Sally told me in a good mood?

"So, the one I was just telling you about called 'Cocktail', I just wanted you to tell me"

"Hey, Sally!

"I don't like being dull."

To the girl's hasty way of saying it, I wonder what the answer is.

Isn't it a bad idea to check on the girl's gender on this occasion?

"Then I'll tell you what, there's nothing to teach a guy with that attitude"

"... Huh?

When I'm clear, Sally tells me a little bit.

"That's a different story. He said I could tell you earlier."

"You're not. I didn't agree to teach 'cocktails'. To be precise, 'take a disciple'."

"What's the difference!

"Taking an apprentice means growing a 'bartender', not teaching a 'cocktail'"

To my words, Phil showed a good understanding.

What about Sally? Do you feel that you understand but are not convinced?

"Not that I could say immature, but the bartender's job isn't just to make 'cocktails'"

"... then I don't have to be a bartender to just teach..."

"No."

"Why not!

I said with a clear peek into the girl's eyes as she ate and hung up.

"I don't know in your original life, but it's a give-and-take on this occasion. Instead of educating you, you work here. I want you to keep returning what you've received from me. Cocktails are a part of this, you can't teach them for free."

"... so?

"People with that attitude don't deserve 'bartenders'. I just taught him that, and he has nothing to return. If you want to know something, change your attitude."

…………

Sally was there, flushing Phil sitting next to her.

Phil just snorts silently. He said extraordinarily, let's give up.

Then the girl, after a little groaning, said slightly to the throw.

"I get it! You just have to do what I say."

"You got it, you got it, right?

"Okay!

Hmm, and a slightly rough nose, Sally.

Phil sitting next to him, sighing like a shudder.

Then he sends his gaze at me worried, but I smiled all the time back.

By my senses, this much will still be fine.

I saw a lot worse guys in an interview at a bar I used to work at.

With the guy who hasn't listened at all, the guy who asks me if I can eat a guest, or the guy who comes to the interview drunk?

Those guys were driven away by their owners without question, but compared to that, it's a prelude.

Whatever, once you understand what I'm saying, you seem unwilling, but the degree of 'sociability' that goes with it is critical.

At the end of the day, I'll double-check the two types.

"Bye, Phil and Sally. Feel free to call me 'total'."

They both replied to me at the same time.

"Huh? I'm sorry, Mr. Evening Mist."

"Yes, sir." "Total."

The words returned were once again broken in two.

"Sally. No matter how much they say it's good, suddenly it won't"

"Phil is the one. There's nothing good about not being generous."

They cut the front and stare at each other.

But I knew exactly who the two types were.

Phil is modest. That is a virtue, but it can also be a drawback in time and in some cases.

I meant what I said earlier.

Of course, 'Mr' is a good way to clarify the relationship between up and down. But when this one walks over, in the last name, "Mr.," it's a little far away.

At a time when they want to open their minds, they may miss their chances without realizing it.

I think I'm going to do everything right, and I'm going to be good at reading the atmosphere on the spot, but how can I cope with developments beyond my capacity?

On the other hand, Sally's stepping in too far.

I was afraid that they would say it was good in 'total' on this occasion and not even 'mr.'.

That momentum is never bad, but I can't say very well for my ability to read the atmosphere.

Contrary to Phil, at a time when he's not trying to open his mind, there's also a chance he'll get closer to being forcefully avoided by his opponents.

But having the hard 'aggressiveness' of education from the beginning is undoubtedly an undisputed advantage.

"All right, all right. Call me both in 'Mr. General'. Is that all right?

That's what I came up with before the two arguments developed.

"... OK, Mr. General."

"Yes, sir."

To my suggestion, the two of us finally settled the dispute.

"Then again... right. Tomorrow you two will stand in the store as my disciples."

"Oh, is it starting tomorrow? Yes, I understand."

"So, until tomorrow night, cocktail training, right?

Phil butting in just a little bit to the word starting tomorrow.

In contrast, somewhat of a ride out, says Sally.

... This guy forgot to salute you right now.

I said something quiet that would reassure Phil and discourage Sally.

"Don't worry, Phil. And don't rush, Sally. There's only two things I need you to do tomorrow."

I remember the day I first worked, when my senior told me.

"You don't have to do anything on the first day. Hold on to your greetings and enjoy the occasion. That's what you do."

Neither of us could hide the confusion in my statement.

There's a lot of fine attention, but that's, well, come on, that's a good thing to talk about.