'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"Hey, if you're a [screwdriver], just pack some ice and mix 'wotta' with 'orange juice'. Anyone can do that."

In the end, I decided to ride Isotoma's proposal.

It's not good to make you wait too worried, and even if you say no hard enough, the atmosphere on the ground gets worse.

Then it's not a bad idea to let them think it's experience.

Being friendly to customers first is something you won't forget later.

"Failure Experience", which cannot be done without this time, will also become a story later.

"Bye, Sally. First of all..."

"Oops Master. Hey, you got a second?

"Yes?"

I tried to explain a series of flows to Sally, and Isotoma waited.

"Because of this, how about the Master doesn't advise you at all?

"Ho, are you serious?

I said, "Are you serious?," he asked, "but to be honest, here's the deal.

Are you insane?

But Isotoma seems a little drunk already, but laughs haha luxuriously.

"Ouch. That's more interesting, isn't it?

"... Well, if it's Isotoma's order, I can't help it"

I found that Isotoma's head was already dominated by 'potion sickness'.

The only way I'm gonna talk is to make the place whitewash.

Giving up, I turned to Sally, who was nagging.

"Sally. Because I only teach tools. Do whatever you want."

"I get it!

I'll show Sally how to use the tools and how to use them.

And when I even put the ingredients out, Sally snorts at me and Isotoma.

If you look around you, a few of you are doing something interesting again.

As always, it's a restaurant that has a reputation for being treated like a spectacle shed. Really.

"Well, let me make it. The ingredients were Vottapotion and Orange Juice, right?

"That's right! Tobi, please!

"Leave it to me!

Where does such confidence come from?

Sally nodded at Isotoma's voice and took one big, deep breath.

And I took the glass first to emulate my usual work.

of

She had a thoughtful, elongated glass of 'edge'.

And put it on the workbench.

Oh, my God, you're doing this!

My heart screams naturally don't arrive because I swallow them.

Naturally, the edge of the glass is the part that touches the customer's mouth directly. Of course you don't touch it with your hands, it's only natural to gently dust it with a dry, clean cloth without anything.

Leaving my consternation like that aside, Sally goes further with the work.

Next time it's your turn to lay ice on the glass.

Sally grips the ice-stong, exasperated.

With goo.

You're an idiot! Then you won't be able to open the thong!

I'm not teaching you how to hold it correctly, but this is like the first time I've ever had a tool.

It turns out Sally can't grab the ice with a tong. Until the size of the ice, you can't open your mouth, so it's natural.

In that state, I thought you'd been worried for a while.

Or so I grabbed the ice with my hand.

"Bullshit."

I screamed unexpectedly and held my mouth in haste.

Sally looked at me with a slightly worse look, but mismocked with a stiff smile and went back to work.

... Well, this filled the glass with ice.

There are two tasks that remain from there.

Adding ingredients and mixing.

Sally first holds a major cup that she taught only 'Measuring Tools'.

A major cup is a measuring instrument that connects the vertices of a cone to each other.

As for the image, does it feel like the hourglass has been sharpened?

I usually hold the center of it with three index fingers, middle finger, and drug finger.

Sally held the appliance with her thumb and index finger.

... I don't know what to say anymore.

I don't have any smartness shards, but I didn't tell you, so I can't help it.

Worst of all, I wish I could gauge the portions, so I can't make any more mistakes.

There are many strict measurements, but it's...

- Wait a minute.

I'm not sure what the hell I should be teaching you from now on.

Sally held a major cup in its right hand,

I had a bottle of orange juice in my left hand.

He was trying to measure orange juice for some reason in a major cup.

"Sally!

"Don't talk to me! Yes, I'm just concentrating!

Forget the designation as useless, and I will speak up, but Sally screamed back more tempered than that.

also, could this guy actually be so nervous?

Sally weighed it with a pull and trembling finger, or 'orange juice' 45ml (not exactly 45ml, but good now) and poured it into the glass.

So Phew, take a breath,

I poured "Vottapotion" into the glass.

It depicted a stunning gradient in a sense: the bottom is more orange in relation to specific gravity, and the more transparent it is on top.

I don't even think I need to dare explain.

[Screwdriver] is a cocktail that breaks vodka 'with' orange juice.

Never a cocktail that cracks vodka 'in' orange juice '.

I don't think so, I see the look on Isotma's face.

He was opening his mouth gently to draw blood to the way the work was going.

I got eyes on him like that.

Probably that I look like a jerk too.

"Oh, all you have to do is mix it up"

Sally takes the bar spoon while still keeping her nervous voice trembling.

A bar spoon is a bar specific device that is longer than a regular spoon.

Its tip is fitted with a small spoon and the other tip with a fork.

The spoon side is used in a variety of applications, including stirring, stirring liquids, and measuring liquids.

The fork side is used to crush the fruit or to stir the liquid through a gap in the ice that is slightly out of the way but hard to get in with a spoon.

Now, as a matter of course, Sally grips the center of the bar spoon.

Stir the liquid in chatter and indiscriminate whilst making a face that says it's hard to hold.

...... ahh. It's a little zero, but I don't know if this matters anymore.

The ice and liquid inside are fighting, but I don't know if this matters anymore.

While I was staring blurry with a feeling of giving up, it finally looked complete.

"So, we're done! Uh, was it a [screwdriver]? Go ahead!"

I was offered a vodka potion split of orange juice, really mixed only to some extent, and Isotoma had a bitter grin.

"Oh, hey, here you go."

"Yes, have some"

Isotoma just received that glass reluctantly.

He hesitates slightly at the stage when he puts the glass close to his mouth.

However,

In front of him, Sally's eyes, stained with anticipation, sparkle.

Isotoma never intended, meditated his eyes before containing the liquid in his mouth.

I would never miss his throat moving to groan for a moment.

A little while later, his throat swallowed the liquid in his mouth.

"Well, for the first time, you're good...?

"Is it true!?

"... oh, well, it's my first time"

Well, at that stage, I finally decided to move.

It was a promise that there was no need to talk, but Sally made it and Isotoma drank it.

At this point, you may say it has been accomplished.

"Sally, can I have a word with you?"

"Oh, what is it?

When I speak up, Sally looks at me with a confident look.

I resent you, Mr. Isotoma. Please, don't just let me get you wrong.

It's not kindness, it's sweetness.

"... it's time to get into a break once. I'll make you this [screwdriver], too. Sit at the end of the counter and wait."

"Oh, it's good. As a matter of fact, I was wondering what I made."

Oh, look forward to it.

When I told him, Sally replied, "Okay," going from inside the counter to outside in a whim.

It's the opposite end of the entrance where I am.

Then you won't hear me.

After I also called Phil and made sure they both went outside.

I told Isotoma first.

"I have all the responsibility for myself for not stopping it. Sorry, sir."

"... no. I'm the bad one."

Isotoma answered in a low voice. At the end of the day, booze has never progressed.

The guy sitting next to him already drank nearly half [Jin Tonic].

Well. First of all, is it because of the butt wipe?

"Mr. Isotoma. If you don't mind, can I take your glass here for a moment?

"Whoa? I don't mind, but throwing it away is..."

"No, I wouldn't do that without you."

When I answered sneerily, Isotoma pulled the glass over here without resisting.

Add no and then gently see the flavor with a bar spoon.

A 'vodka' alcoholic odor that enters your nose unconstitutionally.

Except the palate is a little orange, then and aggressive stimulation.

Sweetness and degrees that crumble and fly without mixing together.

Will the aftertaste feel like orange breaking into 'vodka' forcefully?

In a nutshell, it tastes bad.

I thought a little and asked Isotoma.

"Mr. Isotoma. Would it be okay to make this unsavory cup two drinkable cups?

To my suggestion, Isotoma raised her face with momentum.