"Little sister, will you tell me your name tonight?" A blonde man in a classic checked suit leaned sideways against the bar, smiling and begging for a woman to open up to him tonight.

"I said, you won this wine first, and then I thought about it." The female bartender standing in front of the wooden wine cabinet with purple neon tubes, holding a syringe containing vodka in her hand, injects the wine into the grapes, cuts it in half, takes the seeds, throws it into the smoking martini glass, and serves it to the blonde man in a suit.

"Ahh......h Little beauty, can't you just release the water once?"

"If I release water on you once, the secrets I've had for more than 20 years will be known. So, don't think about it!" She cleared the countertop, glanced at the man with seductive green eyes, and waved lightly, "See you tomorrow."

In less than 7 minutes, the blonde man let his friends go out, and the noisy drama was unsettled and started again and again.

"Little sister, I see that you are young and not deeply involved in the world, where did you learn these unique skills? We sophisticated English gentlemen have all been defeated by your Shek Cup?" This time it was a brown-haired man in an Ani gray sword-collar suit, with an accent that was not audible to Londoner, and a loosely ripped tie still hanging from the collar of a messy shirt, seemingly drunk.

"If you want to get a secret from me, you have to be sober." Similarly, the woman handed the SHOT cup, a honey-colored liquid whose power was known only to those who drank it. "See you tomorrow."

"Little sister, do you know that you are like this, but we men are more flocking to it...... Belch...... One day, you'll meet someone you won't be able to get away with for 7 minutes." The brown-haired man in the gray suit, with a strong stomach, lay on the bar in less than 3 minutes and fell asleep. 「…… Tomorrow, the sky will see ......"

If the wine is good, when you are drunk, you will sleep quietly on the table for a night; Those who are not good at drinking can only ask the uniforms to be handsome enough to be unreasonable.

"That woman seems to be very powerful." The two men in the beige leather sofa seat in the corner, their eyes constantly looking at the bar.

"After observing for a few days, I still can't tell what kind of wine she will make in the next glass, but if I continue to squat, the boss will pull out our intestines and jump rope......

"I said she should have some kind of psychoanalytic stunt, looking at the person in front of her and mixing out his own wine. That's why we're not sure what she's going to serve."

"Why does it have to be her? Is the information only in her hands? So many bartenders have to pick and choose the prickly ones to eat?"

"The boss gave me information that 'that thing' is in the hands of the owner of this bar, and if you want to find the boss, you must go through her. But it's strange to say that there is not even a name...... Is it deliberately trying to make things difficult for us?"

"Just because she's a distant relative of her boss? It's no wonder that the boss indulged her so much with the drinkers, and didn't see that the challengers just now had to ask her name. Seriously, this kind of mysterious woman is quite suitable for the boss."

"You mean 'Boss'? Or are you saying, 'That Adult'?"

"Diff, you don't want to live anymore? Dare to say that adult, your intestines may not just be sucked as a skipping rope!" Hearing his partner Diff's arrogant speech, the man looked frightened. "I'm talking about the boss!"

"I can't help joking, Alan, let's hurry up and complete the task!"

"I still want to be alive completely."

The two men who sang together were extremely eye-catching and tall, like wrestlers in the E ring; The huge muscles are wrapped in a British suit, like a lion trapped in the Colosseum.

"We can only go up alone, otherwise no one will be able to save us. Who's on?" Alan got up with great momentum and straightened out his close-fitting suit.

"Come on, I'd like to challenge the so-called 'See You Tomorrow'." Diff got up and walked to the bar after a bit of tidying up. "Miss, give me a glass of 'see you tomorrow', if I can win this wine, I want to see your boss."

The woman stopped working at the bar, her cold eyes burst out from her green pupils, and she smiled slightly:

"Why did you say that, sir? It's the boss's friend who contacts him directly, if not

Anyway, even if you win my glass of wine, you won't see him."

"I know Boss Gray is a distant relative of you. I naturally have my reasons for seeing him, you just need to be the master." Div's muscular body sat down on a high bar chair, eye level with the woman.

When I got closer, I realized that she was about 170 centimeters, not a weak pony. Also, to work in a bar, you must have three, two, three, and this height will shock a man who covets her.

"Forgive me." The woman continued to clean the bar, put all the utensils back into place, put her hands in the pockets of her black apron, and leaned her hips against the wooden wine cabinet behind her, lined with purple rainbow light to look at Div.

"Little sister, do you think I can't afford to pay this? I'll buy you a cup of 'See you tomorrow.'" Diff looked at her, hesitating to move his name.

She looks quite young, where the hell did she get the courage to stand up to him? I don't know who they are, but I must have scared her out of the way when I said it.

"Of course I won't refuse if you want to try, but there's no way you're going to dig up any news from me." The woman stood upright, her hands back on the table, looking at the bartending utensils and thinking.

"If I can make it through 7 minutes, you'll have to tell me Boss Gray's whereabouts." Diff's elbow against the table and his other hand propped up is an oppressive body language.

"I didn't bet anything on you, but you're willing to pay me a 'see you tomorrow,' sir." The woman turned to choose from the wine cabinet, turning around to select the ingredients she needed in a square plate neatly arranged with grapes, sliced oranges, mint leaves, and basil, in front of which was a neat row of transparent glass jars, which seemed to contain ingredients such as dried plums, coffee beans, sugar, pepper and salt.

"I'm not going to lose." Just kidding, if a member of the organization doesn't drink well, it will definitely be trained by the boss who is known as the Doomsday Doctor to dig out his liver and soak it in alcohol.

"Okay, I'll sell you."

The woman reached out and took off the French Cir vodka in a matte transparent bottle, and the pure liquid slid into the snow glass filled with eight points full of ice through the wine measuring device, and casually took the dark green and sky blue wine bottle beside her, and the liquid was mixed through the iron wine mouth; The woman in the square plate separates the peel from the pulp, juices the pulp and adds it with a dropper, followed by a fancy fling bottle that bewitches the eye.

The crisp sound of ice cubes hitting iron cups is a pleasure to listen to in the ears of drinkers. The sound also made the eyes of the drinkers drift to the bar to see which brave challenger it was.

Chilled brandy glasses are ready and ready, and the well-mixed transparent liquor slides through the strainer into the brandy glass, where water droplets seep out of the rim of the glass, which touches the air, making it look even more delicious.

The ingredients in the glass jar are added to the wine in a golden ratio known only to the bartender, and the separated golden peel is garnished with a mint plant on the side.

"Enjoy." The woman smiled slightly and gave the wine glass, but Div hesitated and glanced back at Allen.

"Think of your intestines and liver." Alan whispered.

Div holds the brandy glass close to his nose, and the enchanting aroma is refreshing; After mixing the air and inhaling it into the chest, it gradually reveals a pungent spicy taste, perhaps pepper...... A treacherous sense of conflict is noisy within. Diff began to suspect that he might be hanging up after 3 minutes.

"I should sign up for organ insurance first......

This means that he may have predicted that he will not be able to win against this little girl, and he will return to the organization and wait for the boss to dig out his liver and retrain him; If he wins this game by luck, he will also be pulled out of his intestines by the boss for squatting for too long as a warning.

Sure enough, the Cir vodka made from snapfros grapes is a perfect match for the pure flavor and fresh fruity aroma, with a refreshing citrus flavor and the bitterness of the orange peel, which should be balanced by the strength of the alcohol. But the little girl added other liquors and pepper to the palate...... There seems to be a dry, fresh smell as well.

Confused his senses.

Faintly, he watched the bartender's little sister laughing, and behind him there should be a wooden wine cabinet made of vertical horizontal lines twisting, and Allen's voice calling to him became deeper and deeper, and there was a hazy feeling of being stuck in the mire.

How so?

"See you tomorrow." The little sister said with a smile in Dif's ear.

"Don't...... Can you ......" Before Div could finish the last word, Alan picked him up and quickly left the bar.

Tartarus, as its name suggests, allows the depressed to be liberated by the passage of alcohol to the soul of the fleeting one.

Towards the dawn of the morning, the song is over, and the bar returns to the tranquility of the day, with only the sound of closing.

"Anya, how many more drinkers did you overtake tonight?" Gray, the owner of the Tartarus bar, an old gentleman of about 60 years old, asked with a smile.

"Cousin, please don't use such schadenfreude words, I'm happy and you also increase your performance, isn't it?" Anya responded with a smug as she polished the snow cup in her hand.

"Yes, of course, I'm glad my cousin gave birth to you. Don't you go as an apprentice tailor, how about working with me full-time? Your skills are already on par with the world's master bartenders." Anya's cousin, Mr. Gray, said with a grin.

"I said, bartender, I'm just doing fun, my life's work is to be a fashion designer, and that's not going to change."

"Ah, what a pity, where am I going to find a bartender as talented as you? It's really a cash cow, not only you, but Slavi, Enzo, and Quentin all have special skills, and I really want to find time to go to Italy and see you bunnies...... How are you doing? What are you up to?"