I fell into the world of cyberpunk games

Does it mean that Dragon President, who received me as an employee, had an accurate eye?

Or the decision to accept me as an employee is one of the seven biggest mistakes he makes regularly—forgetting to pay for a radio license fee.

Does it mean that you order a whole box of loofah cake and put it in the bar just because you are curious about the taste?

It seems to be the former in the context of the conversation, but the way he speaks is hard and cold, so he tilts his head.

I guarantee, if that’s a compliment, Sei would be the most unappreciative person in the world. I will make even the whale die with praise.

Oh, by the way, it’s not a high-end cake that resembles a sponge.

Literally, it is a cake made from a cultured plant loofah, the etymology of the kitchen appliance of the same name used for washing dishes.

Who, how, and with what idea did it come up with that?

And I don’t know how the dragon boss found out and saved it like a ghost,

It certainly didn’t look very appetizing, and it didn’t taste very pleasant when eaten.

The chewy texture unique to the fiber is similar… I have to say that it’s like eating cardboard bread.

The buyer, Sasha Dragon, said that after taking a few bites, he quietly spit it out in the food processor and apologized to everyone.

I’m sure it’s his mistake this time around.

At least four boxes remain in the warehouse because of a bulk purchase, and it is very difficult to deal with.

I’m asking customers if they would like to taste it as a service, but they don’t come down easily because they’re all human beings with some degree of intelligence.

If you look at that little thing, the president of Dragon, who ordered five large boxes of loofah cakes just four days ago, has some doubts as to whether he has no intelligence or whether his intelligence is really at the level of a reptile… .

As I continued my stream of consciousness in this way, I suddenly felt a staring stare at me and came to my senses.

Sei was looking at me with her characteristic terrifying eyes.

I rolled my eyes to see what it meant, and expressionlessly pointed my finger at the cup on the table.

“If you know that ordering two means to drink, you should take your drink again.”

That’s right. He spoke smoothly and left my cup on the table.

He pulled the glass toward me, trying to hide his face burning red from embarrassment.

“then.”

Say immediately handed his own cocktail to his throat.

The reddish-brown drink noticeably diminishes over the red lips and the white nape of the neck.

What kind of evaluation will come out of that mouth? With a trembling heart, they drank a glass together.

The first impression I felt was the subtle scent of lemon and strange medicinal herbs.

The bitter taste of herbal medicine wrapped around his tongue. The flavor of chewing fruit peels or licorice or tree roots makes you frown once.

And the strange sweetness in the aftertaste, and the unusually refreshing finish at the end.

Something weird, but… Because I added a lot of carbonated water, it was definitely enough to drink.

However, it’s not as delicious as the Dusk Ice Tea I drank last time.

Just like drinking ordinary soju or beer, it’s not unreasonable to pass it through your throat. If you drink Western-style herbal wine, it might taste like this.

Even after taking a few more sips, the feeling did not change significantly.

At best, the taste is somewhat familiar to me, so I’m more comfortable with the subtle lemon flavor or the mild sweetness?

I’ve never had it before, so I can’t tell if I made it right or not, so I’m confused. Is this the intended result in the recipe?

There was only one person to judge.

Swallowing the smell of alcohol from his mouth, he watched Sei continue drinking the cocktail without a word.

As if conscious of my gaze, Sei said, holding up a glass that had already been emptied for about a third.

“It’s okay.”

Saying that, he tilts his glass again.

When I was bewildered because I wondered if that was the end of it, I continued with an exhilarating breath of *ha-*.

“I drink a lot just because I can drink. If it wasn’t good, I would have only tasted a few sips. It’s not without any regrets, but that’s the story when I set my eyes on the level of a professional bartender. It has all the basic elements that an Americano should have.”

hey… .

I was surprised because it received more favorable reviews than I expected, but above all, I was surprised by how much I said.

I think it’s the longest Sei has ever said. At least that’s what I’ve heard.

He was such a quiet person. Whether he was on duty or not, he always spoke in a short answer, so it was surprising to me.

It is said that when someone talks about something they are interested in and likes, they talk a lot, but like a bartender, when they talk about alcohol, their mouth becomes more active.

The tension on my face showed that the tension had been relieved by the unexpected compliment, so Sei paused for a moment and put down the glass.

“… Don’t like it too much though. It is true that there are still shortcomings. The texture was disappointing, and the vermouth taste was a bit dead. Neither me nor Tony know, but the captain will be dissatisfied with being picky about this.”

I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I understand that it’s still not enough.

This doesn’t fit Sasha Dragon’s castle.

Haha, as you can see from the last time I said to Tony that he was just a bartender except for Stu,

President Dragon seemed to have a very stubborn belief or standard about cocktails.

So, what do you answer?

Should I say that I will work harder in the future?

I wasn’t sure how to react.

It’s only been a few days since I’ve learned it, but I wonder if it’s only natural that I’m still unsatisfied.

Considering that Dragon’s president seems to be investing heavily in me, I wonder if I should do better than this… .

Compared to others, am I learning fast or slow?

I didn’t know what my skill level was now considering the period, so I had nothing to say.

“… … .”

Silence passed. Sei didn’t seem to care even though I didn’t answer and only looked around.

He simply raises his glass again and sips an Americano.

… Seeing that I keep drinking like that, I think I made the cocktails pretty bad.

I couldn’t stay still, so I just moved my drink while standing in front of me.

I don’t know if it’s because I mixed it myself, but I keep drinking it. As I drank it, it was sweet and addictive.

I spent five minutes just sipping a glass of wine in the suffocating silence… .

I opened my mouth thinking that I had to say something to break this awkwardness.

“Ah, then you see. How did you know that I never worked at a bar or that I didn’t like alcohol? It’s also the first time I make Americano.”

Obviously I never told Sei.

Sei answered my question briefly.

“Your history was told by the captain. I heard from Tony what cocktails you’ve been making.”

The explanation was complete with that one word.

Well, that was a really stupid question.

Of course, the dragon boss must have talked about it. Because on the first day, I did my own PR and spoke hard… .

There’s no way our chatty and talkative Sasha Dragone wouldn’t have told the others about it.

I got information about the bartenders by talking to the dragon, so it’s not unusual for him to spread the story about me to the bartenders.

The same goes for what you learned from Tony. Tony isn’t the type of person with a heavy mouth either.

“okay.”

He answered and nodded.

And um… I have nothing to say.

It was quiet again.

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My lips are dry and I drink cocktails again.

Is it my fault for trying to start a conversation with an odd topic?

There was nothing more to say.

What the hell am I supposed to talk about?

Why do I have to worry about this in the first place? .

The alcohol gave me a headache.

Although Tony seemed to be annoyed, he talked a lot about it, probably just to get a bonus.

On the other hand, speaking to Sei, it was as if he was facing an ice-covered wall in front of him.

The more I spoke, the more I was out of breath.

Wasn’t the bartender not only mixing cocktails, but also having conversations with the guests frequently?

From what I glanced at while on duty, it doesn’t seem like he talks too much to customers.

Also, customer satisfaction was the best when Sei took the table.

I wonder what the hell happened. Do you have any tricks?

What I’m going through right now is a style that I can never be satisfied with.

It’s a mystery in many ways.

Dragon’s Rare’s chief bartender, Sei, was such an existence.

It’s difficult to deal with him because of his unique tone of voice, his eyes, and his strange aura, and he’s speechless when talking.

In a nutshell, it doesn’t seem right for me.

It’s not completely my style.

* * *

… However, there are times in life when you have to somehow get along with someone you don’t like.

As I happened to be a bartender, I squeezed out my words as hard as I could, thinking that I had met a customer who was difficult to treat with the mindset of studying.

Since I’m doing this to learn cocktails, I often talked about alcohol, and Seido seemed to open his mouth quite often in that direction, like a bartender.

It is still difficult to continue the conversation, but the material that pops up such as the history, classification, and manufacturing process of various alcoholic beverages seems to be very boring.

However, where did the conversation that had been cut off as if constipated had opened up to some extent?

As I was talking about it, Say’s glass was empty, so I made another practice cocktail and evaluated it… As a result, the opening time was getting closer.

And finally, saviors have appeared who will set me free from this hell.

Dragon boss walking towards this side with a dignified gait like General Triumph, and Tony muttering a lot of incomprehensible profanity under the shadows.

The duelists who had been fighting fiercely in the boss room screaming all sorts of unhuman screams had finally returned.