Cocktail Prince, Main Story Part 4, Chapter 17

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Chapter 17: Where is the truth?

Alaska: Ugh… I’m tired.

MC: Oh, is it your break time too, Alaska?

Alaska: Yeah. …hey, are you not tired at all?

MC: Huh?

Alaska: Maybe it’s my mistake, but your face looks a little pale.

MC: My body feels energized though… (…Maybe it’s because I’m still hearing their words from right before we opened and it’s showing on my face.)

Alaska: Is that so? Don’t overwork yourself.

MC: Thanks. (There are so many things that I need to think about and just so much on my mind, it’s starting to show)

Alaska: You helped me out when I fainted so if you’re ever in trouble, I’m here for you.

MC: Thank you…speaking of which, there is one thing I want to ask you, but have you heard the real reason why Tom Collins and everyone came to work here?

Alaska: The real reason? …I’m sorry, but I haven’t heard anything.

MC: I see.. It seems like Gin Fizz doesn’t know either. Guess the only thing to do is ask them after all.

Alaska: Do you not believe the reasons the three of them told you?

MC: Hmm… I don’t know if it’s that I don’t believe it, or I can’t believe it. I would never have thought they could honestly say such cruel things like that.

Alaska: I see… And Gin Fizz hasn’t heard anything either, right? It seems like Tom Collins is really concerned about Gin Fizz, so I thought the two of them would have talked about it.

MC: I heard that they’re siblings, but it doesn’t seem like they really get along, don’t you think?

*door opening*

Gin Fizz: …just when I thought you didn’t come back because you didn’t hear me saying your break’s over, here you are talking about useless crap. Sneaking around like that… That shit’s not gonna fly.

MC: Oh, I-I’m sorry. I wasn’t butting into anything though!

Alaska: It’s not like we always talk about that. Even if you get angry, your argument is always one sided.

Gin Fizz: …

Alaska: I’m gonna head back.

*door opening*

Gin Fizz: Tsk…

MC: (I missed my chance to leave) Um… I’m really sorry… I’ll be going back too.

Gin Fizz: …oh… hey. Look, I’m sorry….for getting angry.

MC: Don’t be. I had been asking you about something you know nothing about, so I guess it upset you…

Gin Fizz: That’s not it… You probably already know this too, but I hate him.

MC: The two of you don’t get along?

Gin Fizz: It’s not that we don’t get along…. He doesn’t acknowledge me.

MC: Is that what’s going on?

Gin Fizz: You look like you wanna say something

MC: Well… the me who used to not make any contact with other people would have said the same thing before, but it seems like the two of you don’t talk enough. Have you never asked Tom Collins about what he really thinks about you?

Gin Fizz: …

MC: After my grandpa left me in charge of the bar, I’ve begun to believe that asking my enemy what they are thinking is important.

Gin Fizz: So I should ask him what… he thinks?

MC: Yes! …Ah, but as for me now, I’m in a situation where my opponent won’t even talk to me.

*door opening*

Tom Collins: Until when do you plan on being on break?

MC: T-Tom Collins..! Sorry, I’m going back now. …And good luck, Gin Fizz!

Gin Fizz: Huh!? Wait… you mean now!?

*step step step*

Gin Fizz: Ah, dammit…

Tom Collins: …What’s wrong?

Gin Fizz: ……okay, there’s something I wanna talk to you about.