To say the finished craft of the dwarves was more than amazing, it wasn't just a normal bar as I pictured but this was beyond magical. It was actually floating. It was supported by floating platforms. According to the engineer, he and his team used subspace boulders. They at least used ten large boulders meticulously aligned from each other to form a perfect square. For the stairs, they used the smallest subspace boulder perfectly creating a stairs descending spiral down.
Each flight's sides have been decorated by some small shrub named blue glaze. It was aligned from the bottom to the top on both sides probably for people to be cautious as they climb up. On each side of the stairs, a slightly small pine-looking bluegrass, a slightly lighter shade of blue than the shrub acted like a light. They glow, emitting light to the stairs, ensuring people would see the way up. It was like a street but the light wasn't too bright. Just enough, enough to illuminate each flight.
The team leader escorted me up. He was explaining to me the details as we made our way up.
When I stepped on the last flight, I was blown away by the design of what I call another space of guests. In the center of the floating platform was a large mushroom, glowing in different shades of blue. The mushroom's umbrella expanded enough to give the bar counter bar, bar railing, and bar stool a shade. Surrounding the mushroom bar were chairs and tables with odd and yet artistic designs. Tables of ocean blue in color were rooted on the ground by the green roots that decided to come out from the ground as legs and held the circle-shaped table top, thus forming a table. The chairs however were glued to my eyes.
Sensing my silence, the dwarf explained.
"Those chairs are what we called floral swings. A suspended chair supported by a gracefully curved tree. The seat was held by vibrant green twisted into ropes. The trunk and beams were dotted with clusters of light green and blue flowers. It used to be a swing but we chose to fix the seat in place, rendering it as a seat for an outdoor-themed cafe or bar."
"That's quite resourceful," I said, pleased.
"Of course, we had to pull something like a fantasy-themed bar," he said.
Each table has at least two floral swings. It surrounded the mushroom counter.
The second circle was a series of glowing trees. Its glow was akin to the mushroom, different shades of blues. The ground was laced with a glowing fluorescent small shrub. Under the moonlight, their sky-blue flowers bloom, illuminating against the fluffy grass. On the fourth circle was a circular river surrounding the trees. Four stone bridges were made, ensuring people could walk in. The fourth circle was scattered around a cedar round table and stools. Vine lamps scattered around giving off a light per table.
The edge of the floating bar was fenced by some hedgerows packed with bright yellow flowers to ensure safety.
"Uh, why do these sections of floating bar seem to be common?" I asked him.
"Because this part was intended for the common folks like the Goddess wanted. Common folks love beer and it would be messy if they tried to sit on the floral seats," he explained, to which I answered with a nod.
I like this. It was beyond my imagination.
"Did you like it?" The dwarf questioned me, reading my face.
"Yes. It's amazing," I replied.
The dwarf nodded.
"Then can you please sign this?"
I nodded and signed the paper. He left after as I started to walk to the Mushroom bar counter.
An old man smiled at me when I arrived at the bar counter. He was already seated on one of the stools before the counter.
"When I prayed to the Goddess to hire me a Master spirit, I didn't know that it would be a young woman. I thought a job like this was destined for males."
I smiled at him as I wore my apron and prepared my tools.
"Can I interest you with my drinks?" I asked him.
The old man looked at me with a knowing look.
"Okay. Impress me. Show me that a woman can also be a Master spirit," he said.
"Alright," I replied. "I'll mix you something."
I took a bottle of rye whiskey and a sweet vermouth from the summoning alcohol cellar. I took a small bottle of bitters and a lemon for garnish.
I pulled a lowball glass and chilled it with crushed ice before proceeding to mix my simple recipe for a Manhattan cocktail.
I poured 2 ounces of the rye whiskey into the jigger and poured it into a shaker followed by 1 ounce of sweet vermouth and 2 dashes of bitters before stirring it with a long spoon. Making sure the ingredients were mixed in, I took the crushed ice out of the lowball glass and changed two circles of ice inside before pouring the mixed cocktail into the glass. I peeled a small portion of the lemon's skin and sliced it in between before decorating it on the lid of the glass.
"Drink up," I said, pushing the glass before the old man.
He was taken aback a little but then took the glass and took a sip. He looked at me and smiled before taking a slow sip once again.
"This has a strong flavor but is sweet at the same time. It's an aromatic drink with a slight spiciness coming from the base alcohol you used. The drink was telling me I worked hard so I deserve a drink. I like it. I never tasted a drink like this before. What was your base alcohol?"
I smiled at him.
"It's a rye whiskey. A famous base alcohol for any drinks. Rye whiskey has a bold and robust taste. It was often described as 'strong' and full-bodied. Rye whiskey also tends to have a dry finish. It doesn't leave a sweet or sugary aftertaste in the mouth," I explained.
The old man smiled.
"A drink like this is served only for the nobles. The commoners couldn't afford to buy this glass of drink," he said, sadly.
"Oh, but I tend to serve these ordinary and commoners with my drinks," I said.
The old man looked at me in surprise.
"That if you allowed me to do my magic here in your bar."
The old man smiled.
"Of course. You're already hired the moment the Goddess chose you," he smiled.