When mixing cocktails, it is inevitable to use juice, egg whites, milk, coffee and other accessories, at this time the bartender's technique is very important, the same two glasses of Manhattan, the whiskey used is more than 40 degrees, Vermouth wine is more than 10 degrees, when the bartender pours the wine, the whiskey is slightly more, or Vermouth is slightly more, and the final alcohol content is completely different.

The cocktails in front of Roque are almost all of the more varied types.

The cocktail in front of the GI was a little more whiskey.

Don't underestimate this, it adds up, and in the end, it is this point that determines the winner.

No wonder, Roque felt a little light as soon as he took the first sip.

Supposedly, the bartender recommended by Ida shouldn't have made this mistake, and now it seems-

When you go back, you must get a raise!

The cocktail with special ingredients, Roque couldn't stand it, and as soon as he drank the third glass, Roque proposed to change the way he drank it and play a game.

The game in the bar, of course, is darts.

The sport of darts arose in England in the 15th century, and at the end of the 19th century, Bailien . Ganlin invented the scoring system for darts, and in the early 20th century, darts became a common entertainment in bars.

Of course, by "common" we mean that it is common in the UK, but in Cape, darts have not yet taken off, and Table Mountain pubs have not.

It's a miracle that even the biggest Table Mountain bar in Cape Town doesn't have a game, but the Oak Bar does, and when the maid-clad bar girl takes out the dartboard, there is a brief silence from the GIs, and then there is a huge applause, and several GIs have tears in their eyes.

It's a Cape here, and you can see games that only exist in the UK, and that kind of instant eruption of feelings - just like a Chinese living abroad who suddenly finds a breakfast shop selling tofu brains. (Why are chestnuts all eaten, and it's really a big foodie empire)

Salty!

Of course, you can also put sugar -

(Writing this, the fish head suddenly realized that he was old, if this was before, the latter sentence would not be added to the death - in fact, it is not old, if it is really old, the previous sentence will not be written.) ）

The rules of darts are simple and straightforward, different areas are marked with color on the target board, up to 60 points, three darts at a time, a perfect score of 180, and it was not until 1902 that anyone achieved this achievement.

Roque is also a master of playing darts, in fact, darts and shooting are almost the same, are required to hand, eyes, body tacit cooperation, Roque's marksmanship is the top level, darts are naturally not bad, a few days ago Ida just brought the darts over, when Roque tried to play, it was easy to get a full score of 180.

The atmosphere in the bar was lively, and when the darts were taken out, the GIs were eager to try, and the unlucky guys on the ground were carried into the corner by the GIs so as not to stay and be an eyesore.

Roque weighed the weight of the dart, he didn't need to aim at all, he seemed to prick a T-shaped step at random, and he didn't lean forward like those professional masters, and the position of the shot was as close to the target plate as possible, so he easily held the wine glass in one hand and threw the dart out casually-

60 points!

What is rare is that the wine in the wine glass is not shaken.

The 60-point area is the three-fold area of the 20-minute area directly above the 50-point area of the bull's-eye, and the area of the entire area is about two square centimeters.

What's even more difficult is that in order to score 180 points, all three darts need to stay in the 60 point area, which requires that each dart land evenly distributed, otherwise, even if the first two darts are thrown in the 60 point area, there is not enough space for the third dart.

Roque here, this kind of problem will definitely not occur, the second dart-

A solid 60 points.

The third dart –

The rear wing collided with the dart next to it, but remained in the 60-minute area.

When he saw the tail of the dart collide, Roque's heart still tugged, his body was unconsciously crooked, and when he saw that the dart was still in the 60-point area, Roque breathed a sigh of relief.

I didn't expect this to work better, if you don't make the slightest mistake, then the GIs will suspect that Roque is God, and now it's better, at least Roque is still a mortal.

But in the eyes of those GIs, Roque's dart skills were almost miraculous.

"180 points!" A soldier couldn't help but sigh, his voice full of praise and the honor of witnessing it.

"It's amazing!"

"Incredible!"

"Appearing before men!" (What the hell is this!) ）

More exclamations rang out, followed by high whistles and neat applause.

Roque picked up a glass of wine, casually handed it to a GI next to him, and beckoned everyone to raise their glasses at the same time.

A large neat "angry death".

This time, all the evidence is gone, and from then on, in the Oak Bar, there is a perfect legend of a god of wine and darts.

Back on the rooftop, Ida dragged Roque directly back to the bedroom, there were too many feelings to vent, and it was easy to have endocrine disorders if not channeled in time.

The bar downstairs is partying, the GIs are drinking and playing darts, and occasionally someone is molesting the bar girl, but it is only verbal, and the atmosphere is really warm.

In fact, the battle upstairs was even more intense.

In the evening, when it comes to the real bar business hours, more GIs flock to the bar, and the off-duty policemen will also go to the bar for a drink, Roque announced in time that during the three-day trial operation of the bar, all drinks will be discounted by 20%, and a large fruit plate will be given away when buying a bottle at a time, and the GIs and the police are as enthusiastic as if they had picked up a big bargain, the two bartenders and the four bar girls were busy sweating, and the four K2s had nowhere to sit, so they were squeezed out of the bar to greet them, but fortunately there were no female customers at the Oak Bar, otherwise they would have to be frightened.

Roque also sat at the bar and asked for a cup of tiger bone wine to fill the emptiness in his heart, Ida is still asleep, it is estimated that he will not be able to get up tomorrow, tiger bone wine is really good.

It's hard to imagine that Cape actually has tiger bones!

Roque has always thought that there are no tigers in the Cape, but this is not surprising, because of the Boer War, there are many strange things in the Cape Town market, and a few days ago Anton also got Roque a ginseng, not the kind of American ginseng native to the United States and Canada, but ginseng native to the northeast of the Qing Dynasty.

Although ginseng is good, but Roque can not be used, and nourishing and reducing fire is different from American ginseng, ginseng is to boost qi and help fire, the effect is diametrically opposite, Roque is now young and strong, and he does not need the help of ginseng, tiger bones are good.

A glass of tiger bone wine had just been halfway drunk, when a major and two captains walked into the bar, and the voices of the GIs and policemen suddenly became much quieter.

"You're Locke? Locke of the Cape Town Police Department? "The Major had obviously heard of Roque's name.

"Yes, Mr. Major, welcome to the Oak Bar." Roque was neither arrogant nor humble, and raised his glass to signal to the major: "Henry, give our Mr. Major a glass of Manhattan, I have a treat." ”

"You opened this bar?" The Major was curious.