Cyberpunk 2074: Shadows of the Past.

Chapter 74 Drinking
"Mind if I play some music?"

After rinsing the glasses that the guests had just finished drinking, Jill took out a clean cloth from under the bar and wiped the glasses carefully.

In fact, according to the procedures in the employee handbook, the music should be turned on after Jill came to the store and changed into work clothes.

It's just that the timing of the arrival of this mature lady called "V" is really coincidental.

Jill had just changed her clothes before walking to the bar, and V pushed open the door of the bar with light steps.

"Ah...it's okay." V ​​froze for a few seconds before answering.

(It seems that our mature working lady has a little choice difficulty? She was very handsome and calm just now...)
Gilmer thought silently, moving his fingertips back and forth on the music player.

Ethereal techno rouses a meditative V.

"Have a cup of... Bad Touch (salted pig's hand)?"

She stroked her chin lightly and spoke hesitantly.

(Pfft! She actually ordered a cup of "Salty Pork Knuckle")
The corner of Jill's mouth could not help but curl up a little, and he almost didn't lose the indifferent expression dedicated to business.

"A glass of Bad Touch... Puff... Please use it slowly." Jill placed the mixed wine glass in front of V, even though she tried her best to restrain herself, she still couldn't hold back the sudden burst of laughter.

V raised his eyebrows, and didn't rush to ask why the pretty bartender suddenly laughed out loud.

She shook the cylindrical cup lightly, and the gradual emerald green liquid rippled in it.

She stared into the cup for a few seconds, tentatively stuck out the tip of her tongue, and tapped lightly on the surface of the liquid, but there was nothing particularly strange about the taste.

Reassuring, she put her lips against the cup and took a small sip.

"Compared to its strange name..." V closed his eyes slightly, focusing on his taste buds.

"It's kind of sour...it's kind of retro...it's like a drink I had as a kid..."

"Is it okay?" Jill gently supported her head with her left hand, watching the light green liquor disappear from V's lips little by little.

"Yes, that's the name of this wine... To be honest, I'm a bit curious... Who gave this wine such a stupid name?" V asked, and gently put the wine glass back on the bar.

"Ha, it's usually named after those who registered the bartending formula." Jill chuckled lightly, picked up the wine glass, and put it by the sink to wash it.

"Some people take it as a sense of humor...it's so childish." She teased softly as she rinsed the cup.

"Like in middle school, those little boys who liked to tease girls to express their affection?" V wiped a few drops of sweat from his forehead, took off his black and red suit jacket, and revealed the pure white slim-fitting shirt inside. Stretched lazily.

"Hmm...very appropriate." Jill nodded, but her eyes couldn't help but be attracted by V's proud curves.

"Can I ask... What were you laughing at just now?" V unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, and something suddenly untied it.

"Uh...huh?" Jill was a little distracted, and didn't hear what V was asking.

"You won't laugh because of the name of this wine called 'salty pig's hand'?" V shook his toes lightly, even though he was wearing flat shoes, he couldn't hide the temptation unique to working women.

"Ah... I admit defeat, I admit defeat..." Jill put the washed wine glass aside, subconsciously touched the ruddy earlobe.

"Hahahahaha..." V shook his shoulders and laughed happily.

The bartender lady was surprisingly interesting.

"Um... can I ask what your occupation is? What company do you work for..." Jill's eyes rolled, eager to change the subject and resolve the embarrassment.

"I've only been in Night City for half a month, so I can't quite recognize the company's employee uniforms..."

"Ah, I understand, I understand..." V nodded, and did not continue to tease the bartender who was already somewhat incoherent.

"I work for Arasaka Corporation."

"Arasaka? Ah... the Japanese one?"

"Yes...Arasaka Corporation (Arasaka Corporation), a company from Japan. Its business is all over the world, including private security services, banking and manufacturing..." Seeing that Jill still looks a little ignorant, V simply introduced Arasaka Company history.

"51 years ago... the Arasaka Tower was actually nuclear-blown?" Jill was always sensitive to such turbulent events.

"Ha... Johnny Silverhand, an out-and-out lunatic, a rock superstar who practiced punk to death, the spiritual leader of countless people..."

"Do you admire him?"

"Me? I just think he's interesting... If he wasn't a scumbag who likes to mess with men and women, if I was born more than 50 years ago... Maybe I would fall in love with him... But, no if." V tapped his rosy lips lightly with his fingertips, a somewhat complicated expression appeared on his face.

"Wow... so cool!" Jill was a little speechless.

Will the glamorous and mature Yujie like the rebellious rock boy?
Unfortunately, the torrent of time has washed away the answers into nothingness.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust..." V muttered a few words in a low voice.

"what?"

"It's okay..." V shook his head lightly, "Bring me another glass of wine with enough alcohol, a small glass is best."

"Is the person you were waiting for not here yet?"

"Cut... the traffic in Night City... is blocked again." V looked down at the text message on his phone, and spread his hands helplessly.

"It's early tonight though, isn't it?"

"That's not bad..." V nodded lightly, agreeing with Jill's words.

(Small glass, enough alcohol, let me think about which wine can satisfy V's request...)
Jill flicked through the machine for a while before finding the right drink.

"Fringe Weaver, please use it slowly."

A little pure white foam, dotted with orange in a goblet.

The light shines on the cup, reflecting the dazzling glow like the sun.

"Thank you..." V thanked softly, looking back and forth at this glass of alcoholic drink that looks good and looks very fashionable.

Raising the wine glass, a ball of flame penetrated through the slight gap between the lips, and slowly fell towards the belly.

"Ha!" V couldn't help shouting out the strong stimulation.

"Isn't it enjoyable?"

"It's just right. It's like drinking anhydrous alcohol with a spoonful of sugar... It's a pleasure!" V licked his lips, and the pungent taste seemed to remain on his lips, which made her feel a little unsatisfied.

"Do you need another drink?" Jill carefully observed V's face, but did not find the slightest sign of redness in it.

(Horrible amount of alcohol...)
"Let's take a break, let's chat again... It's too boring for me to drink alone."

"Happy to accompany you." Jill said softly, without objection.

Rather than making money mechanically bartending, she still prefers to chat with people.

(End of this chapter)