'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

Tomorrow's appointment.

"Sally's ass."

"Excuse me, there's no such thing."

"But before this..."

"Yes, it hasn't happened in a while."

Sally had replied to Isotoma's teasing order as pissy.

"Sally. How do you say that to your customers?

But I can't help it without it.

I pinch my mouth a little, but Sally didn't change her attitude and cured everything.

Neither I nor the Isotoma I ordered laughed bitterly at that sticky grin.

It's not a complimented attitude, but it's one way or another it's bad.

Sally and Phil now stand in the counter for a few days.

More than I thought, they were quickly starting to get used to the atmosphere in this store.

Phil, who didn't have that impression, really didn't.

It leaves a slightly less interesting impression, but without any noticeable shortcomings, it works.

... Well, if you dare to mention it, that you still lack the awareness of what happens when you get drunk.

And there are anxieties such as not grasping my limitations at all.

And Sally, on the other hand, well, is it what I thought?

Exceptionally good at conversations, especially listening, about areas of interest to me.

As far as that goes, I think I need to be apprenticed, too.

On the other hand, on the working side, I don't know, is it a big mess?

Good to say, thoughtful, bad to say, lacking compassion.

In the last few days, if I say I've already broken two glasses, do you somehow understand?

Of course, what is shaped breaks one day, and the glass in the bar is expendable.

It is, but it's not good to deal with clutter.

I don't exactly scold him, but he was somewhat of a cautious case.

"If you're ordering, can you call me [Sally's Lips]?

"Ooh. So then."

"Yes! Yes, I did!

As it was, Isotoma had corrected the order by losing Sally's temper.

Originally, I would say that we don't need to beat the customer, but this time we will see it greatly.

'Cause [Sally's Hips] is just a little, pathetic.

It was a cocktail name I gave it a little funny in front of Isotma, but this name was forced to change by Sally and the opposite of Sui and Rai.

I complained to a girl about her age (I don't know if she was really old) about how she did it, especially with Sui's serious eyes.

I, the hiring bartender, did not resist the pressure to change the "hips" part to "lips".

[Sally's Hips] Again [Sally's Lips].

... Never blurted at the slang of looking at his ass.

"Okay, Mr. General. Please."

Copy that.

That's how I got a voice from Sally and got to work.

I took the ingredients out and poured them quickly into the glass, while flushing my gaze into the store.

Guests are good. It fits a little after a busy time, but the store is still busy.

A few days in, Sally and Phil, in this wide counter, move around to the fullest.

Their work now includes washing, listening to orders, conversations, and chores.

Not yet, but is it finally getting a little positive for the store?

"Thank you for waiting."

"Yes!"

When I gave him the cocktail I could make, Sally took that cup with her as a delight.

With a sigh of relief, Phil looked more troubled in his conversation with the customer.

"Er, that's..."

"What? What? You got something? No way. Something hard to answer? Like weird hobbies?

"Chi, no, it's just..."

"Suspicious! Er!? Why won't you tell me?

This was another young female customer asking me something, and I couldn't answer it and it looked like I was in trouble.

I'm insignificant, getting closer to him and mixing into conversation.

"No, you can't. Bully our precious employees because they're cute."

"I'm not bullying you. Yo! He said he just asked a few questions!

As I sneer in, the woman says with an unaffordable smile.

"Is that true? Phil doesn't make too many mistakes, so you're asking me if there's some kind of dark, evil secret organization that's trying to make him make a mistake, right?

"That's not there! Master overprotective!

When I joke and pursue, the woman also answers with a wave when she finds out.

Then I asked Phil subtly with my eyes. I was wondering what they were asking.

"Actually, I'm talking about my first holiday tomorrow, and, you know, what do holidays do?"

"Ah."

"Yes, yes! I just heard that! Tomorrow or something."

I also jam a few words into a woman's innocent words.

Phil, Sally and I are going to start working tomorrow and be on our first holiday.

But Phil and Sally both have amnesia.

I don't know what they were doing before I lost my memory. For this reason, I cannot answer the question of what I always do.

And they don't know anything about this city.

So I guess I don't even have a plan for what to do tomorrow.

I mean, Phil got in trouble without being able to say anything because he asked unanswerable questions.

On the contrary, women are pursuing it strangely when it is suspicious.

Hmm.

I just thought about it a little bit and said it in an even more joking atmosphere.

"Actually, Phil promised me a date tomorrow."

"What?"

"What!?

To my words, Phil is puzzled and the woman laughs just a little intrigued.

I will also smile at the situation and answer.

"The plan was a secret for just the two of us, so Phil couldn't tell me and had a hard time..."

"No, no, because I'm as rosy as I can think right now! Master, we're talking!

"Ha!? This is the induction interrogation!

"Because I didn't direct you!

To my overreacting, the woman laughed Kerakera and Phil was still confused.

Hmm, I don't think I'm good at these jokes.

I'm just a little sorry about Phil, but I'm gonna have to close the conversation.

"So unfortunately, I can't tell you about private life."

"Uh. I thought one of the bartender's secrets would be revealed."

"Too bad. Every time a man lays a secret on top of another, it makes him more attractive... you wanted to say this once"

"Ruined!"

I appropriately cut up the conversation like that, and I said softly, in a voice that could only be heard by Phil standing with a troubled grin.

"You don't have to answer hard questions honestly. Lies or jokes, wouldn't you be happy if they laughed at you funny?

"... right"

To my words, Phil answered quietly as he thought.

Because of his personality, it may be too far away to remember that feeling.

"But you don't have to throw it away because it's an absolute advantage to be able to face them seriously. It's just that if it's not a serious occasion, you can flush it."

I said, pounding his head.

After that, I decided to ask Phil out for fun.

"It's a good opportunity, and what do you say? You sure you want to go on a date tomorrow?

"... yeah!? You're kidding, right?

"No, I'm actually talking about you"

"Oh, Mr. General!?

To my slightly more serious invitation, Phil reinforces his confusion.

At that stage, I broke my expression and gave it a big laugh.

"Bad, bad, joking."

"Bi, I'm surprised"

If you turn to the teasing side, Phil is really funny about this.

That's what you think and you're a nigga,