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Chapter 29: Rain Falls

MC: I wonder, have I gotten better at making a gin tonic?

Moulin Rouge: With our close guidance, your gin tonics are on point!

Tom Collins: I believe you’ve definitely been improving more than before. Maybe that customer will be satisfied next time.

Martini: Tsk…talking about that asshole again.

Moulin Rouge: Do you really feel that annoyed with him? Conversations about him really do make your ears bleed, don’t they?

Martini: I’m not annoyed, dammit!! Why should such ignorant people like him annoy me??

MC: F-for now, let’s just get our shopping done.

Martini: hmph.

Glasses Wearing Male: Oh? We meet again

MC: Ah…about the other day, thanks…

Martini: Huh? What are you stopping for? I'm going on ahead.

*step step*

Glasses Wearing Male: Wow, the three of you sure do have clear-cut facial features. The cute little bartenders who showed me around the bar before were the same. The people who repaired the bar too.

Moulin Rouge: Thank you very much. We are so honored to hear that. It tickles us whenever we are praised like that by someone of the same sex.

Glasses Wearing Male: I understand now. That’s why you have nothing but female customers. Having customers with low standards who gather solely for the purpose of seeing your faces… regrettable, isn’t it?

Moulin Rouge: ….Is there something upsetting you?

Glasses Wearing Male: Well, I was given a very poor gin tonic. I thought I was able to know the level of the bar due to you having a master who would sell drinks like that.

MC: …

Tom Collins:…We are very sorry about that. However, would you care to change your tone with us?

Moulin Rouge: Customers with low standards… Those are words that insult our customers. And I would be happy if you would take back the insults you gave to our master as well.

Glasses Wearing Male: hahaha… the look in your eyes suddenly changed. Isn’t princess happy to have such amazing knights protecting her.

Tom Collins: We’re very sorry. We are in a hurry now, so if you’ll excuse us.

Moulin Rouge: We’re going.

Glasses Wearing Male: If only handsome men are gathering together, maybe it’s best if you change the bar into an official host club, don’t you think?

MC: That’s…!

Moulin Rouge: Don’t talk to him. We’re going.

Glasses Wearing Male: Host clubs are quite profitable. You already look the part!

MC: Why are you saying such things…

Moulin Rouge: You don’t need to listen to him. He just wants to complain.

MC: Right…I hope that’s all it is….

Martini: Hey! Just when I thought you were draggin your asses, you're wasting time like this?

Tom Collins: I really wish you would have just finished shopping for us…

Martini: Our bar is called a host club, and you run away? Are you not thinking? You’re the reason why we’re being told that!

MC: Tom Collins and Moulin Rouge are the reason? What do you mean?

Martini: Recently, we’ve had a lot of women coming, right? The customers’ reason is mostly just to see them! They’re coming to the bar just to see the employees. When the fuck did we become a host club?

Tom Collins: That was never our intention! Isn’t that what we said before? We just want the customers to have a good time. That’s not how we plan on attracting customers. Isn’t that right, Moulin Rouge?

Moulin Rouge: Of course. Besides, there are girls that go just to see you too, you know

Martini: At least I can invite customers who aren’t girls to the bar. Don’t make us the same.

MC: Even if you say that, being seen by them is inevitable.

Martini: It’s not just that. These bastards are talking, having a good time with their customers without doing any real work! They’re no different than hosts!

Tom Collins: If all they want is to talk to us and half fun, then isn’t it our jobs as bartenders to offer that to them?

Martini: The thing is, there are limits to that. The two of you are taking it too far. The length of their stay isn’t proportionate to the amount of money they’re spending! They’re following you with their eyes, going crazy over talking with you, and end up not even taking a sip of their cocktails.

Tom Collins: This isn’t about blindly selling to customers. I think the customers should be free to use their time as they wish. If they’re there for a long time, and they use up all their money, then THAT is a host club.

Martini: Huh?? So you’re saying you’re not thinking about our bar?

MC: Calm down you two. We’re standing in the middle of the street…

Martini: Whose side are you on??

MC: Whose side? I understand what the both of you are trying to say.

Martini: The fuck is that kind of indecisive attitude? I can’t fucking do this anymore! I am not a fucking host! If you’re going to keep doing this shit, then I’m OUT!

Moulin Rouge: Martini, wait. You’re throwing a fit…

Tom Collins: Then do as you please. I will not be a part of this.

Martini: HA! Good luck managing your host club

*step step step*

Glasses Wearing Male: …..haha, he’s a weak man, isn’t he. This calls for some hasty preparation for the master, after all. Playing make-believe with management, ruining your relationships. Let’s keep up the destruction on your ties with everyone. If you decide to not separate yourselves from your past, your sins, you’ll be ruining your own bar for me.