At that time, Gin was still a rookie—albeit a highly prominent one—and his status within the Black Organization was far below that of Vermouth, but Vermouth did not get angry when faced with the Youth's mockery.
Her laughter didn't even change.
"You have had enough to drink." The woman's soft voice rang out in the empty Bar, her tone as elegant as a Cello.
"Haven't you had enough?" the Silver-haired youth [male] replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
I don't want to drink," Vermouth shook her head, her blue eyes gazing at the youth, with a hint of heart-stirring tenderness in them. "I only came to find you.
Gin stared fixedly at Vermouth.
His gaze was incredibly sharp, a sharpness that did not belong to a youth—even if this youth's hands were already stained with blood.
This gaze made even Vermouth feel a strange sense of discomfort, the smile on his face stiffened.
Just as she was about to say something to break the awkwardness, the silver-haired youth had already spoken.
“You didn't come to see me,” he said slowly, staring at Vermouth with a gaze that seemed to pierce through the soul.
This was not a guess.
This is a statement.
Ignoring the smile that had faded from Vermouth's face, Gin continued in that same nonchalant tone:
You're just here to drink.
He moved his wine glass, handing the glass filled with liquid to Vermouth.
Here.
Vermouth looked down at the wine glass in front of him, the light-colored liquid swaying slightly within the glass as the hard ice sphere bobbed up and down. Under the Bar's light, everything was tinged with an extraordinary magnificence.
A chaotic splendor.
She smelled the scent of Juniper, a fresh fragrance with a hint of bitterness.
He saw the youth's eyes, bright and containing an unyielding coldness and clarity.
Vermouth curled his lips into a smirk.
She reached out to take the wine glass and drained it in one gulp without hesitation.
Under the Light, the Woman's Blonde hair appeared even more brilliant, the thin lips coated in bright lip color were stained with a watery shimmer.
He extended two fingers to harshly wipe the remaining liquid from his lips, smearing the carefully applied lipstick, then leaned closer to the youth.
The Finger stained with crimson lip color smeared across the corner of the youth's eye, looking at first glance like smudged eyeshadow, adding a touch of艳色 to his pale face.
The woman ignored the Bartender's nearly trembling state, approaching the Silver-haired youth with a slight, flirtatious smile. Her breath brushed against the youth's cheek, her blue eyes shimmered with a complex light.
Gin could faintly smell the light scent of Kiehl's Original Musk on the woman. It was a scent starkly different from the blonde-haired woman's appearance; a faint musk drifted slowly, a somewhat cold, ink-like fragrance lingered around the two.
For a moment, even the air seemed to grow ambiguous.
“Next time—” Vermouth maintained this posture and whispered into the Silver-haired youth's ear with a half-smile, “I'll treat you to a Martini.”
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Second: Brandy Alexander & Fantasia Cocktail
Gin rarely gets drunk.
First, it was because he had a high alcohol tolerance; even during his youth when he had not yet gauged his own limits, he rarely succumbed to a drunken mishap.
Secondly, it was because he was very self-controlled; there were few occasions that could make him get dead drunk, once he had figured out his alcohol tolerance, he was unwilling to get drunk at the cost of losing his reason.
Someone once instigated him to try the feeling of being drunk, then they had a fight in the Training Room.
Oh, right, you were not wrong.
That person is Heine.
However, although he disliked the taste of drunkenness, Gin liked liquor.
Whisky, Rum, Brandy, Gin, the one who shares his name.
Of course, sometimes it also depends on the brand.
Strictly speaking, Gin is not very interested in cocktails; he prefers all kinds of pure liquor rather than drinks mixed with juice.
However, there are not many people who can down a whole bottle of Liquor without changing their expression or skipping a beat, just as he does.
Especially some Women, who cannot get used to Liquor, naturally prefer various Cocktails.
Moreover, since many cocktails have their own unique meanings, they can sometimes serve as essential props for those who embrace romance in various settings.
—For example, ***.
The experts in this regard are naturally males represented by Heine, females represented by Vermouth.
In his youth, Heine was well-versed in the art of seducing girls; this guy never refrained from pursuing either men or women, his beautiful blue eyes could always give someone the illusion of deep, unrepentant affection.
Plus, with his handsome face, he was almost never without a female partner by his side.
Heine is a person who is warm on the outside but cold on the inside.
Cavendish once evaluated him like this regarding his former partner, Gin deeply agreed with this.
This mixed-race youth seems to always be looking for trouble; he had even attempted to provoke Vermouth before.
The old Fox and the little Fox exchanged several rounds of testing, but the little Fox, whose cultivation was not yet sufficient at the time, retreated to regroup and promised to work harder next time.
Gin, standing on the sidelines, was often the one watching the spectacle.
However, despite his uninhibited behavior, Heine rarely acted inappropriately toward Shiratori Midori.
He always appeared very polite toward this girl, gentle and considerate without ever being rash; his usual romantic air was completely restrained, his peach-blossom eyes were as clear as water.
At first, Gin even suspected whether Heine was trying to pursue Shiratori Midori, every time he saw him, he had the urge to throw a sack over his head as a warning.
—Rabbits don't eat the grass near their burrows!
It was his frequent action of pairing Shiratori Midori and Gin together that saved Heine from a disaster.
If he wanted to pursue Midori.. he wouldn't be handing him over to others every single time, would he?
Regarding this, the Silver-haired youth expressed that he did not quite understand what he was thinking.
There was once a period when Gin was obsessed with bartending.
It wasn't exactly an obsession, but during that period, he spent a bit more time on Bartending, which drew some.. unnecessary attention.
The youth dyed his beautiful blonde hair into a slightly faded yellow, a blue gemstone earring fastened to his left ear, a touch of bean-paste colored lipstick on his lips.
He clearly looked like a delinquent youth—a youth—but his attire could only be described as "proper."
He was wearing a simple white shirt and casual jeans.
Dark blue trousers wrapped around the Youth's long and powerful legs, the slim-fit design perfectly outlining the muscles of his shins and the curves of his buttocks.
The edges of the shirt featured subtle patterns in the same color, exquisite and beautiful. Heine dutifully fastened the buttons all the way to the top, his ascetic style further accentuated his slender neck.
Perhaps because it was too hot, the youth seemingly unintentionally rolled up his sleeves a little, revealing his fair forearms with smooth muscles.
His seemingly casual attire was flirtatious in every detail.
However, the owner of this outfit sat there honestly, appearing calm and gentle.
It wasn't that Heine had changed his nature; in fact, the reason he wore this outfit to the Bar was specifically to flirt with a Little girl.
But—now Shiratori Midori was sitting by his side.
While the Brown-haired girl wasn't paying attention, Heine winked at Gin, silently mouthing: He's this good at coming?!
Gin gave him a dismissive "Heh."
The silver-haired youth decisively prepared two Brandy Alexanders.
His movements were as smooth as flowing water, he shook the Shaker with great force, his eyes carrying a faint hint of aggression.
The White Cocktail looked like sweet Milk, sprinkled with a bit of edible nutmeg powder as a garnish; at first glance, it didn't look like a Cocktail, but more like a creamy dessert.
However, there was already heavy cream among the ingredients.
"Why are you bartending this cocktail.." Heine questioned with a hint of frustration; as someone who liked drinking liquor, he was somewhat dissatisfied with this.
Blue eyes scanned the only woman at the crime scene, Heine gave Gin a wink, looking almost a bit playful.
He teased, "Is it because of her?"
So that's why he made a Brandy Alexander, with a low alcohol content, suitable for women to drink?
Although the base spirit of this drink is Brandy, it isn't particularly strong. The sharpness of the Brandy is mellowed by the rich sweetness of the cream, combined with the chocolate sweetness of the cocoa, it is not too harsh when drinking.
Even a girl with low alcohol tolerance can drink some.
Suddenly being called upon, Shiratori Midori looked completely bewildered.
Gin seemingly glanced indifferently at the distracted girl, then casually cast a cold green gaze toward Heine.
He tapped the table with his finger, his expression cold, but his tone carried a hint of sarcasm: "It's because of you."
The silver-haired youth pointed toward Heine's hair from a distance: "The color of your hair, isn't it just right?"
Heine, sporting a head of pale yellowish hair: "……"
Gin pointed at the youth's makeup again, adding a casual blow: "Looking like a little girl suits him quite well, too."
Midori: ".. Pfft!"
Heine gave the two conspirators a speechless look before raising his hand to drink the Cocktail in front of him.
—Actually, Hine.. is also a type of brandy.
He thought.
A few years later, the girl who used to watch them bicker with a beaming smile in the Bar was no longer there, Gin rarely did any bartending anymore.
On the night before setting off for the island to meet B. W, the two, who had become increasingly steady over the years, met at the Bar once again.
A few brief words seemed to have stirred some memories in the two of them.
After many years, Heine drank a cocktail personally mixed by Gin once again.
A Fantasia Cocktail.
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