Cocktail Prince, Main Story: Part 4, Chapter 11

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Chapter 11: Misunderstanding

???: …?

Pink Lady: Ah! He’s awake?

???: Where am I?

Pink Lady: You’re in our home. You collapsed in front of our place, so we carried you here. Are you okay?

Dirty Mother: It’s probably because you’re hungry, right? You’ll feel better if you eat some hot cakes. I’ll make them in a hurry.

Sidecar: You said the same thing earlier, but it’s just because you’re hungry yourself, isn’t it?

???: I…collapsed? I’m sorry for causing you trouble.

MC: Why did you collapse like that?

???: I was working in a greenhouse today, so I think that’s the reason why.

Pink Lady: A greenhouse?

???: Yeah, I work at a flower shop.

MC: Wow, so you’re a florist. That sure fits your image.

A while later

Dirty Mother: I baked the hot cakes. We’ll start off with 5. I’ll make 15 more later, so I hope you’ll eat as much as you’d like.

American Lemonade: Woah! They’re so big!

Gimlet: What’s everyone making a fuss about? Huh, who are you?

???: Please forgive me for intruding.

Manhattan: Dirty Mother and them found him collapsed out in front of the mansion and brought him back here.

Gimlet: He collapsed…!? Isn’t that terrible! Instead of some hot cakes, I’ll prepare him a nutritional smoothie!

MC: Huh? Th-that isn’t really…

Dirty Mother: …!

Manhattan: Oh my, do you want to put an end to him?

American Lemonade: Wha…hah!? You really shouldn’t do that!

???: End me with a smoothie?

Mimosa: Really…how shameful. Being taken care of by those people. How could you collapse in front of their house, Alaska?

Alaska: It’s not like I planned on collapsing there. I was on my way home after working in the greenhouse, and I started to feel bad when I so happened to be there.

Mimosa: How about you feel a little more ashamed of your own mistakes. Receiving mercy from the enemy…

Alaska: But I don’t see them as the enemy. Everyone was so nice, and without knowing anything about me, they took care of me, and gave me something to eat on top of worrying about me. But the food… There was so much of it, I couldn’t eat it all. I knew it was impossible for me to eat 20 hot cakes.

Moulin Rouge: The one who made them was probably Dirty Mother, right? Just as always, he made his own approximation.

Alaska: The taste was amazing, but there was so much. Oh… speaking of which, it seemed like someone was going to try and make me drink this foul smelling smoothie, so maybe that would make him our enemy, huh?

Tom Collins: Oh, sorry about that. He doesn’t mean any harm by that. That’s just how he always is. Besides, nobody would have known that you work here.

Alaska: You’re right. It was the first time I met the other experiment subjects aside from the members here. They helped me without knowing anything about me.

Martini: Hah… Even under the circumstances now, they’re not thinking straight. They should watch out for themselves a bit.

Mimosa: Watch out for themselves…? That sounds like a sliver of worry you have for them, doesn’t it?

Martini: It’s not like that at all. I just think they’re being idiots no matter the circumstances.

Mimosa: hahaha, but that’s not what I heard at all.

Martini: You little… shut your mouth. You just pick fights with us all one by one.

Alaska: But they took really good care of me… especially those two girls. Just as I thought, it’s great that you have girls there. They help your mood, and just looking at their soft demeanor heals you. I wish we had girls here…

Gin Fizz: One of those is a boy.

Mimosa: Ah, Gin Fizz. Keeping your lips sealed about what you two talked about… Was it nostalgic for you seeing an old friend?

Gin Fizz: Not particularly…

Mimosa: Well if it was, you can go back to it. Ah… but there isn’t a bar for you to return to.

Gin Fizz: …!

Tom Collins: Gin Fizz…

Gin Fizz: …tsk. We have some equipment that’s almost done for. I’ll go buy some more.

Tom Collins: …

Old Pal: Oh! Well now! Mimosa, don’t say nasty things anymore! I hope you be careful when you go out to buy what you need too, Gin Fizz.

Gin Fizz: …

Mimosa: Old Pal. Even though no one gave you permission to come to work late, you have the nerve to butt into our conversation without apologizing.

Old Pal: Sorry, sorry! It was rare, but someone wanted me to give them a proper reading. We got caught up in conversation. But thanks to that, I’m feeling so nostalgic today!

Mimosa: Huh… but your main job is here, is it not? Because being a fortune teller is just something you do for fun.

Old Pal: Just for fun?? My predictions are always correct! Shall I give you’re your fortune, Mimosa?

Mimosa: I’m fine. I have no interest in things like that. I don’t believe in fortunes. I only believe in myself.

Old Pal: You’re cold just as always… Let me give you your fortune next time! I have something better than that to talk to you all about today! You know the master from that bar over there? The girl, she started working! She said she was a custodian at a department store!

Moulin Rouge: She’s working…?