'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

Speaking only of standard recipes, its appearance depends on technology.

It's a good story, but even if you make it with the same recipe, the flavor changes if the person who makes it is different.

Naturally.

Because there are always individual habits, differences in technology, and thoughts.

Furthermore, if the brand used for the base were changed, it would not taste the same.

Also, even when it comes to differences in technology, that doesn't necessarily refer to good bad.

Simply look at the 'steer' that stirs the liquid in the glass.

If the time is short, it doesn't mix up, and if it is longer, it becomes watery.

But which time is best, it depends on the bartender.

Sometimes it's better not to mix too much, but to enjoy individual flavors.

Sometimes it can be soft enough to contain a little water.

When I make a whiskey split, it's a story that involves me in particular, but let's stop now.

Speaking of earlier,

Sally still doesn't know how to adjust, and the lack of technology made it taste like pieces.

It's only natural that if I stir it up carefully, it will come together.

"... but you're still strong,"

I put my hand on it. [Screwdriver?] in his mouth, and Sally zeroed.

"Naturally. As I said at the beginning, the taste changes if the ratio is different. Different premise in the first place."

While listening to my words in silence, Sally now once has the liquid in her mouth.

A slight redness began to appear on her cheeks. Well, I guess because I'm strong.

Is it about time you got smudged?

"Sally, if you drink a little, you understand what an earlier drink was like, right?

"... although I regret it"

"But it was Isotoma who drank it. In the case I was told earlier, I can't help it, but I can't stay that way forever. Bartenders don't make them because they want to. Make it for someone to drink."

To my words, Sally gives a slightly hazy look and looks to the side.

At the end of his gaze was Isotoma, who was watching this one with a flicker.

Sally lowered her head a little sorry.

Isotoma gave it a long thumbs up, laughing bitterly.

"Phil, too, but don't forget about that. That your failure will be passed on to the other person before you."

Seeing that the communication was over, I spoke to both of them.

Phil won't know the story earlier, so he has an incredible eye.

On the other hand, Sally said to me, looking a little determined.

"... I want to make a cocktail because I want to know. I can't give up this feeling."

"Oh."

"But I don't want to use others for that. I want to take responsibility for my own failure, I think."

Declared, Sally tilted her own glass all the way.

"Oh, silly!

As a percentage, liquids close to the 'wottapotion' itself were swallowed up about half at once.

Shortly after, Sally takes the glass out of her mouth and coughs it up with a geese.

"Don't be impotent! He's not used to drinking. That's dangerous!

I snap a glass from Sally in a hurry.

Sally, calmed to cough, glanced at me with tear-eyed eyes under the influence.

"Give it back. I'm obliged to drink that cup."

"Don't, 'Cocktail' would be pathetic if they drank it for blame"

"... Yes?

When I say it back unexpectedly, Sally blinks patchy.

I'm the rest of Sally's been drinking a lot.

I look at the glass, which is just about half way up, and I smile trying to do it to.

"I thought I'd give it another half, but it's a good salt plum. Well, Sally, I'll tell you the last one, so lend me this."

"The last one?

Apparently, she forgot three things I wanted her to learn.

I told Phil I was listening to the conversation quietly.

"From this state of affairs, it's called 'creativity'."

"Master. You're not much of a bully, are you?

"Absolutely. Don't worry about it."

Once you return to the workbench with a glass, Isotoma puts in an exploration.

"Isotoma, you're worried too much. The store is a store, and the master has an idea to be a master."

"So, but..."

Overprotective of that isotoma, he says something like a gentle teach by a man with him.

I walked right into work, saying no.

Well, it's pretty badly behaved to reprocess what someone has spoken.

But you can wash the appliance. And here's what I want you to know.

The cocktail is that it changes its appearance altogether with just a few hands.

When I left it with Isotoma earlier. First, I decided on the image of the flavor.

The current, rather dry 'vodka and orange', in the main.

The system of flavours, without so much change.

But let me change the flavor for a while.

When I thought so, the word 'butt wipe' came to mind at the same time.

I first choose a clear viscous liquid from the lined bottle shelves.

And then, as an accent for acidity, lemon.

I chose soda and tonic for the splitting material from that state.

I measured about 20 ml of 'peach potion' to add to the liquid already in about half.

Then pour in the appropriate amount of lemon juice - enough to squeeze from one sixth of the lemon.

In that condition, the mixture was well mixed once and I saw the taste.

It has a strong flavor of peach, a newcomer.

It gently covered the vodka irritation, claiming a gentle sweetness in harmony with the orange acidity.

While I feel the taste of the lemons that tighten it up slightly, I think.

This is no different than a little spicy [fuzzy navy], he said.

But that's not where it ends.

Finally to the glass, a small amount of soda and tonic.

"Sonic Style," which gave it just a little spicy carbonation.

It's slightly carbonated due to capacity, so be careful, if you steer it, it's done.

If you look at the flavor with the Shizukuishi dropped on the back of your hand, it fits in the sweetness as expected.

"So long, Mr. Isotoma. If you'll excuse me for just a moment."

When I finished making my new cocktail and called Isotoma that, he asked.

"No, what's that cocktail called?

"Yes?"

"You're not on the menu, are you?

I felt voiced by Isotoma.

Speaking of which, I realized you haven't done much of this before.

The reason I didn't have all the liqueurs was that I didn't make much of the 'original'.

"I don't have a name. Because I just thought about it."

"... what?

"Because the last ability you need to make a 'cocktail' is' creativity '."

If I worked at a bar, I wouldn't be ordering a "cocktail of any kind".

Of course, I hear a variety of preferences on the spot and offer them a cocktail.

When I ask you what you want, the standard recipe in your head doesn't even allow you to make the perfect one, after all.

At that time, the bartender must make it up, in his head.

Perfect cocktail for that request.

"But that's right. What about [Sally's Hips] if you dare name it?

I gave it a little playfulness and gave it that name.

Isotoma asks intriguingly.

"What does that mean?

"It simply means about 'Sally's Ass'. It's a peach."

Isotoma, whose 'potion drunkenness' is turning when asked where that came from, laughed greatly.

The neighbor laughs bitterly in one way or another.

Yes, it's a peach.

When I thought of it as an ass wipe, nature and peaches came out, but it was a late, cocktail.

"Now, if you'll excuse me again,"

Put no in Isotoma still laughing and I headed over to Sally waiting.

Now, how will she react to this cocktail?