Ee, Teni Shippai? Seikou?

"Hey, whoa, whoa!

"Uh, I'm sorry. Kind of in a circle......"

More than a dozen men and women were making noise with Wye drinking in the tavern's sitting area.

It's called a concoction.

I was called that day to match the number of people, but I arrived an hour behind schedule to take over the part-time job.

At that time, the venue was already ready, and it became a little like being left behind.

I don't mind if I take it personally because I talk about luxury.

One woman appeared even later than I did when I was sipping chicken and oolong tea, pinching a rather delicious meal in the corner of the table.

You know, you have a pretty pointy taste for a red jersey for a concoction, this girl.

For the record, the oolong tea I'm drinking is in a glass of shochu high, so it should look oolong high by my side.

I don't really like booze, 'cause it's a lot of trouble if you're not drinking in these seats.

"Come on, can't a jersey be?

"Haha, I don't have time to change."

Looks like the girl in red jersey who came late is being blamed lightly by some other female member.

It's a joking tone, but her eyes seem to despise her as much as they want, and she's probably kind of guessing, too, they say.

Well, that red jersey wasn't fashion, so I didn't have time to change.

My red jersey daughter was laughing sorry, but that smile looked a little painful to me.

"Hey, what are you doing with a circle?

The guys interested in her red jersey daughter started hitting around her.

"Uh, uh..."

"It's amazing, this co. Archery!

A brunette long-haired daughter intertwined with her red jersey daughter just now answers to interrupt.

I think a pastel-toned piece on natural makeup is a bit too bruised outfit, but the uke from the guys looks good.

I guess the seat next to my brunette daughter is in a state of contention from now on.

"Look, fingers and stuff like that, and quite a few arm muscles, right?

"Hey, hey..."

When my dark-haired daughter took the hand of her confused red jersey daughter and forced her to show it to the men, the men who saw it said something that impressed them, but they were clearly pulling back.

The red jersey daughter tended to lay low with a loving laugh in her reaction, but the only thing I noticed was that... apparently it was just me.

Is that the Mounting guy...

Women are eggs, I knew it.

"Fried chicken..."

Somehow I couldn't watch anymore, so I cheeked up a still slightly warm fried chicken.

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"Here, okay...?

When I was eating my newly ordered stock rolled eggs, I was called out of my head.

Looking up, a red jersey daughter stood with a beer jock in one hand.

"Ah, go ahead."

I just slip aside a little and she sits in the open space.

"Thanks. Hey, can I have that?

She pointed to the stock rolled eggs I ate about a third of the time.

"Eating..."

"Haha. I wouldn't mind a seat like this."

Nor did she really seem to care, and she carried the stock rolled eggs into her mouth by chopsticks.

I mean, you're following me pretty well.

I hope it's extravagant.

"Hmmm... dude...!!

Oh, that happy face, maybe a little cute......

"Archery, what are you doing?

"Oh, yeah......"

You remembered earlier, her expression slightly cloudy.

I pretended not to notice it and imitated putting a bow in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

"That's cool, Archer."

"Huh...?

"The jerseys are red."

That's when I heard a screaming laugh from next door.

"My body is not made of swords."

"What?"

"What?"

I thought it was a story that would never get through to a girl...

Why are you surprised? No, it's an exquisite return, but you don't think this one's gonna make sense in the first place, do you? You're an ex-errogant, aren't you?

I heard about being transplanted to a consumer without porn... was that already released?

"... pu, kuku..." "... hehe... haha..."

It was strange for her to look at me with a bare face, and it stuck out, but I probably had a similar look.

It blew up at about the same time over there, and we laughed at each other for a while.

That was a small laugh to the point of being lightly wiped out by the hustle and bustle in the store, though.

After laughing lightly at each other that way, the concoction opened when the rest of the stock rolled eggs were gone.

"Uh, I'm hungry! I haven't eaten at all."

In front of the tavern, only me and my red jersey daughter, who refused to attend the second party, were left behind.

Because of pouring beer into her empty stomach, she's just a little fluttered with a red face.

I've had a beer with a toast and since then it's just oolong tea, so I'm totally drunk, though.

"I'll hang out with you if you like in the family there."

Intention, I didn't send word for it so much, and I don't like girls in the first place, but I got words like that out of wonder.

Is it because the characters aren't very feminine?

But he's pretty cute when you look closely...

"Honestly!? Okay, let's go."

Shortly after I said, "What if they say no?" I thought, but soon I got a happy reply and I stroked my chest down relieved.

"Oh, yeah, give me your phone number."

I took my phone out of my jersey pocket. When I gave her the number, my phone rang just one call.

"What's your name?

Speaking of which, you haven't even introduced yourself yet.

"Fujido. Yaichi Fujido"

"Yaichi Fujido. Me, Hongu Hanaya"

I felt my token and chest rattle at her smiling and naming her.