There were many people sitting in the bar, and soothing music from an indeterminate era was playing on the speakers.
Countless glasses hang above the bar, reflecting warm yellow light, and the bartender is mechanically applying sea salt to the glasses.
The lemon was rotten, so after applying it, he picked it up and shook it pretentiously, spilling most of the wine outside the table, and finally put it on a young woman on the bar.
Tang Rou and Sea Hare walked over. The woman in the bright red tank top slowly assumed a voluptuous and graceful pose. She held her chin with one hand and looked at Sea Hare with her empty eyes. She raised her hand and touched her waist-length hair.
curls.
This behavior is obviously imitative. It is obvious that the human being it imitates was once a nightclub player. This unfamiliar and clumsy imitation has a touch of cuteness.
Tang Rou was curious and took a second look.
She didn't expect this kind of bartender to make anything good.
There is quite a lot of wine in the wine cabinet.
After taking a quick look, there are many cellars that can be stored for many years.
Tang Rou pushed open the cabinet door and walked directly past the bartender into the bar. The bartender subconsciously wanted to stop her, but she caught the cold gaze of the young man behind her and stopped stiffly.
As a petty bourgeois bar, there was a lot of inventory. Tang Rou opened the wine cabinet and searched for a long time. She squatted down with Sea Bunny and found tequila and juniper berries.
If there is no lemon juice, just use soda water.
Pour in the juniper berries and agave, Tang Rou thought for a moment, then held Sea Hare's hand to find a bottle of vodka.
All bottles are unopened.
Fortunately, there was no power outage in the freezer. Tang Rou shook it, poured it into a cup, and handed it to Sea Bunny.
The other party took it expectantly.
After taking a sip, his expression was a little subtle.
"Rou, you humans like to drink this..."
"Isn't it delicious?" Tang Rou took it and tasted it, her expression a little subtle, "The alcohol has evaporated...it's obviously sealed."
Lucifer thought for a while, then took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, with a faint redness at the end of his eyes, "It tastes good."
Tang Rou quickly held him down, "Don't force it."
After studying the bottle for a while, she returned to the wine cabinet and entered and exited the mixing table as if she was in a deserted place.
When I came out again, I brought a bottle of brandy and sweet premixed wine.
Still short of lemon juice.
Tang Rou has started the full buffet, and this time she made a sweet and sour fruit wine.
Too much time has passed and the alcohol has evaporated even more this time, making it almost impossible to taste the alcohol in your mouth.
She made herself and Sea Hare a drink each.
This time, the sea rabbit's eyes were a little wider, and he drank it all in one gulp, drinking it like a drink.
Tang Rou was a little uneasy, "Do you feel dizzy?"
The young man shook his head, with a lingering wetness at the end of his eyes, and asked inexplicably, "Why are you dizzy?"
"Because it's wine."
After saying this, Tang Rou also felt strange, why was there no smell of alcohol at all? After drinking two glasses, she didn't feel anything.
This time Lucifer took the initiative to go to the wine cabinet and choose the wine he wanted to try.
There are no ingredients, so Tang Rou mixes the ingredients randomly. If the taste is good, drink two more sips. If the taste is not good, drink two sips less.
Sea Rabbit has no human pursuit of taste. He evaluates whether it tastes good or not. He just feels whether the taste is in line with Tang Rou's usual taste habits. He knows that the owner likes to drink sweet things in the office.
So I think that if something is sweet, it tastes good, and anything else tastes bad.
"Can you get drunk?" Tang Rou looked at the empty cup in front of Sea Rabbit and couldn't help but ask again.
You must know that Alphinaud was unable to survive after taking one bite of wine-filled chocolate.
Sea Rabbit looked at her confusedly and asked again, "What is drunkenness?"
Tang Rou held his hand, but she could only see her face through his sight. She raised her hand to touch his forehead, which felt cold.
Can't tell.
The young man held her hand and rubbed it gently with his forehead, looking affectionate and flattering.
"Rou, is there anything else?"
His light brown eyes were covered with moisture, looking at her wetly.
Yes there is.
At some point, there was a circle of empty-eyed mimic humans surrounding her. They didn't know whether they were curious about Tang Rou or Sea Hare. They all gathered around and stared gloomily.
Tang Rou held Sea Hare's hand, but all he could see was her own face. She raised her hand and pinched Sea Hare's face, forcing him to look to the side, her heart sinking.
Those mimic humans are staring at sea rabbits.
Tang Rou found the candlestick, mixed it with capsule coffee liquid, liqueur, and still had the spirit vodka on top.
After stacking them together, light them with a candlestick to make this b52 bomber cup.
Ice blue flames shot up.
The alcohol had not evaporated and could still be ignited, but she could not taste the wine.
The mimic humans around me stayed far away. They hated fire and were afraid of fire or...
Tang Rou took over all the candlesticks used as retro furnishings in the bar, placed them all on their table, and lit them one by one.
Under the flickering candlelight, the boy's light brown eyes became increasingly moist.
There was only fire in his eyes.
He raised his hand to hold Tang Rou's hand and asked curiously, "Why does this catch fire?"
"Because it contains a high concentration of alcohol."
"Is this also for drinking?"
She nodded and explained, "When you drink this, it won't burn or get hot in your mouth."
Sea Hare hates heat very much, and hates fire even more, but he easily believed her words, went against his nature, and drank the burning hot cocktail without hesitation for a second.
Catch her in the next second.
The young man lowered his upper body, put one hand on the table and crossed the table, leaned down, and restrained her easily.
Cold fingers stroked back along her ears, weaved through her hair, and clasped the back of her head.
Two soft lips touched hers, prying her teeth open, and poured the spicy wine over.
Weird and strange, it travels all the way from the mouth to the throat and pours into the stomach, burning hot.
Tang Rou opened her eyes wide, her dark and moist eyes trembled slightly, her pupils folded in an attempt to push him away.
Lucifer closed his eyes.
The hand that was originally resting on the table was also raised, holding her neck, pressing Tang Rou towards him, turning the original gesture of crossing the wine into a real kiss.
Biting and grinding together.
Their lips and teeth were intertwined, carefully exploring every inch of her soft mouth, hooking on the tip of her tongue, asking for it gently yet forcefully.
The air became ambiguous and thick.
Tang Rou's shoulders trembled, and Lucifer appeared more nervous than her.
Tight tendons extend from the neck to the collarbone, the eyelashes are like butterfly wings, trembling constantly, and the ends of the narrow eyes are bright red, dotted with tears or moisture.
Breathing is disrupted.
After a long time, he was finally let go.
Lucifer lowered his eyelashes, looked at her red, swollen and moist lips, rubbed them lovingly, and said hoarsely, "Rou, you didn't reject me."
Tang Rou said nothing.
He asked again, "Are you drunk too?"
After wandering around the human world for so long, how could he not know what wine is and what drunkenness is.