"Hahahahaha!!"
Inside Rock Bar, the mere fact that the red-haired boy seated at the counter wanted to order a glass of juice set the entire place roaring with laughter.
The bartender polishing glasses froze when he heard that. He focused on the red-haired boy sitting before him, briefly sizing up Tsugikuni Yoriichi before nodding with a smile and saying pleasantly,
"Please wait a moment, sir. We don't have juice at this bar, but I'll find a way to provide the drink you need."
"And what would the rest of you like? We have all kinds of whiskey, beer, and red wine. What can I get you?"
After laughing for a while, the bar's patrons stopped paying attention to the group of Marines.
Yoriichi, who had been laughed at, did not mind at all. Hearing the bartender's reply, he smiled, leaned his sword against his feet, laid one hand flat on the counter, propped his chin with the other, and remarked,
"Boss, you're a really good person. Even though you don't have juice, you're willing to find a way to satisfy your customer. No wonder your business is so booming."
The bartender was a middle-aged man in his early forties. He had the most common hairstyle among middle-aged men—a balding crown—and a plump build. The greasy air of middle age was on full display in him.
However, this bartender was clearly someone who cared about cleanliness. Sitting in front of him, Yoriichi could even catch the faint scent of perfume coming from him.
He was a greasy yet refined middle-aged man.
"You flatter me, sir. I'm in business, after all. Satisfying customers is simply what I should do."
Hearing Tsugikuni Yoriichi's praise, the middle-aged bartender nodded lightly and answered modestly. Then he turned to look at the other Marines with Yoriichi.