Brother in Japan mixed club

I often sit in the corner of the bar on the first floor of 3v, there is a place for me, a small maroon double table, but basically I sit alone, when I am bored in the office, I will go downstairs to here Sit down, ask for a cocktail, or straight whiskey or vodka, and sit there quietly watching the joyful dance floor. 【】The cup is a simple cylindrical glass, very short, and the glass at the base is very thick. The wine rippling in the cup is intertwined with the lights of the bar from time to time.

I like the way it looks, although I'm not much interested in the strong music coming out of the stereo, I prefer Hanata to play me classical music, sometimes you will get to the dance floor The people are so lively, excited, and their excitement is confusing , Maybe when others are excited, I will be excited, just like laughter, it will be contagious.Or the excitement of those people was accidentally picked out by the dancing girls on the stage.

Taking a sip of the wine, resting my chin on one hand, looking at everything in front of me, I feel like I have become the king here in a trance. These people are happy in my country, but there are also people who are not happy, such as the At ten o'clock, beside a square wine table, a man sat on a high chair in a daze, with a few scattered bottles of wine on the table, and a girl writhed her body in front of him to the music.That girl should be his girlfriend, otherwise he wouldn't be so close.The girl was shaking recklessly, to be precise, completely ecstatic, dancing for the man in front of her alone, shaking her head desperately, her hair was thrown back and forth by her like a mop, and no water dripped out.

The man gave me a look, and I stared at him, showing a hint of resentment.

I pulled my eyes away at the right time, so as not to add extra burden to the man, and thought, did the woman take drugs before she came?

The time for a glass of wine can be long or short, sip slowly when I am in a good mood, and sip it when I am in a bad mood. During this time, a woman will occasionally sit down in front of me, and the interval between these occasions seems to be getting longer and longer. It's not that I'm too reserved, reservedness has long since said goodbye to me, and lust is obviously not enough for me, just because there is a queen on the top of this building.The seat opposite is empty for longer and longer, but people will still come to sit there, either casually or on purpose, chatting and joking, teasing, it’s okay, all these only need the time of a glass of wine.Alcohol is a cover, regardless of men and women, wine is a cover here, telling one's emotions under the cover, using words and body.

A promotional lady is at the wine table opposite me. If I remember correctly, she should be called Ogawa Yoko. She has a petite figure and a scantily clad figure. She is selling wine in the bar to a man in a suit, "Sir, you What did you just say? There is a lot of wine here, what do you need to drink? Can you be more precise?"

"I don't know, please introduce to me."

"Too much, foreign wine? Beer? There are all kinds of wine, and our bartender is very good. If you choose foreign wine, you can mix out all kinds of tastes." Yoko Ogawa frowned, and began to show dissatisfaction patient expression,

"Can you be more specific? I don't come here often. Would the foreign wine be better?"

"Sir, how can I understand your taste? There are too many wines here, whiskey, Hennessy, Jack Dennis, tequila, a lot, are you going to taste them one by one? Then you will get drunk here."

"Are you saying that I drink too little?" The man in the suit made the same expression, staring at Yoko Ogawa.

"I didn't mean that." Yoko Ogawa held the wine list in his arms and turned to the dance floor.

"Forget it, I'll go dancing!" said the man in the suit, stood up and walked to the dance floor.

"gentlemen!?"

"Yoko." I beckoned.

"Manager Ando? I'm sorry, I didn't notice you just now." Yoko said with a slight bow.

"Your name is Ogawa Yoko, right?" I crossed my hands and put them on the edge of my lips, tilting my head and asked her.

"Yes."

"You are the promoter in the store, can you tell me why you didn't sell the wine just now?"

"I...the man obviously doesn't want to order wine."

"You obviously didn't want to help him order drinks. He is our customer, but you were impatient just now. I understand you. Maybe you are a little tired standing here all the time. It is understandable that you are upset."

"The store manager..." Yoko Ogawa raised her head sharply, her long earrings dangling around her ears.

"But you have to know that the man asking questions is trying to find trust from you. Patience is very important. Questions are to sales, just like breathing is to life. If you don't have questions, you will die; if you don't answer well, You won't die, but it will be a matter of time; if you answered well, you would have sold the wine just now, why not be more patient?" I said.

Yoko Ogawa stood in front of me, lowered her head, stroked her ears gently, "I'm sorry, the store manager, it was my mistake."

I smiled, "Be careful next time, such a cute girl with a sweet smile will be amazing, if you have any opinions on the salary, you can also raise it."

"No! No comments."

"carry on."

After Yoko Ogawa gave me a nervous look, she carried the wine list and walked away, but suddenly a female voice came from behind, "Smelly shameless."

I deliberately pretended not to hear, and walked straight forward, and heard again, "Brother! Bastard!"

He smiled, turned around, exaggerated as he walked, "Oh! Why is my dear sister here!"

"Come on, you!" Ji Xiang gave me a disdainful look, then shook her head, "Come and sit down for me."

I laughed twice, went to sit down opposite Ji Xiang, "Ji Xiang, when did you come, I didn't notice you."

"And how could you notice me, I've been following you, you pervert are always looking at the little girl in the store. Ouch, what did you say 'If you can't sell it, you won't breathe, you will die.' Almost didn't..." Ji Xiang pinched her neck with her hands, pretending to be suffocated.

"You didn't come here to scold me, did you? Did you come here by yourself? Where's Yingzi?"

"Except for Yingzi, you only talk about Huimei, or Jiang Pan and Miho, please, brother...I'm not your lover manager, do you need to help them?" Ji Xiang said.

"Uh...no need." Looking at the two empty wine glasses in front of her, she took them over and smelled them. The smell of alcohol was strong, "Have you been drinking?"

"No."

"Fart," I said.

"That's drinking, I forgot." Ji Xiang supported her knees with one hand, stared at the cup on the table, and tapped the table like a piano with the other.

"What's on your mind?" I looked at Ji Xiang in front of me. She was wearing a brown sweater with a comfortable texture and texture. A bright yellow headband tied up her black hair, which was full of femininity. Looking at this scene, I remembered In the past in China, Ji Xiang went to my house to play when she was a little girl. I just want to say that nothing has changed from 1520 to [-]. Girls, girls, women.

"Mako is back." Ji Xiang casually said while holding his wine glass.

"What!?" I exclaimed.

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