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Four x2 multipliers were already lined up beneath the bar.
Nobody had ordered anything.
That bothered me.
Above them stood six reels glowing purple and pink under nightclub lights. Whiskey glasses, blue cocktails, green drinks, bottles and letters filled the shelves while a bartender smiled from the side holding a tray with two glasses and the expression of someone who had absolutely no intention of measuring the next pour.
I selected €1.00.
The four x2s remained beneath reels two, three, four and five.
Four identical measures.
The bar had opened with mathematics before ice.
First spin.
Whiskey.
Q.
Green cocktail.
A.
Blue cocktail.
More whiskey.
Nothing.
The bartender continued smiling.
Second spin brought several blue cocktails across the left side.
€1.20.
They vanished.
Fresh symbols dropped.
No Wild.
No multiplier.
Apparently the four x2 measures beneath the bar were decorative until the bartender herself became involved.
That happened a few spins later.
A huge whiskey glass appeared on reel three.
Three spaces tall.
Gold background.
Ice cubes floating in amber liquid.
A glass so large that drinking it would require either several friends or a legal waiver.
Smaller whiskey symbols joined it.
They won.
The ordinary glasses disappeared.
New symbols fell.
The enormous gold-backed drink remained long enough for the lights around it to flash.
Then the whiskey became the bartender.
Full portrait.
Purple hair.
Cocktail shaker raised.
Smile intact.
The drink had performed well and been promoted directly into the person who was supposed to serve it.
Cocktail Nights had eliminated the distinction between beverage and staff before I had finished the first euro of profit.
Green drinks connected through her.
The x2 directly beneath reel three lit.
€2.40 became €4.80.
The bartender vanished with the winning symbols.
Underneath her, the used x2 disappeared.
A larger multiplier slid in from the right.
The shelf changed.
The bar had sold one successful whiskey and immediately strengthened the next measure.
No responsible venue operates this way.
The following paid spin reset the four positions to x2.
Fresh round.
Fresh restraint.
The establishment apparently rediscovered moderation every time I paid another euro.
It just forgot again once the glasses started winning.
A two-storey gold-backed blue cocktail arrived on reel four.
Nothing matched it.
The giant drink sat between Ks and a 10.
No win.
No transformation.
It disappeared at the end of the spin.
Some cocktails were promoted into bartenders.
Others were simply removed from the premises for arriving with the wrong alphabet.
A few turns later, two oversized gold symbols landed together.
Whiskey on reel two.
Green cocktail on reel five.
The whiskey joined smaller glasses.
The green drink did not.
Only the winning whiskey transformed after the collapse.
One bartender appeared on reel two.
Not two.
The green cocktail remained a beverage because it had failed its practical exam.
The bartender helped several As connect.
x2.
€3.60.
Gone.
The bar continued.
Small wins arrived in glassware.
€1.40.
€2.20.
A blue cocktail paid €3.00 after a short collapse.
Then the dry section began.
Gold-backed drinks appeared without partners.
The bartender Wild landed naturally on reel four and found nothing worth substituting for.
Three Scatters appeared twice.
Champagne bottles burst inside their symbols, corks flying upward, but the fourth never arrived.
On one of those spins, the missing position contained a whiskey glass.
Champagne had organised ninety percent of a celebration and whiskey had turned up alone asking whether this was the correct table.
The Feature Buy button waited below.
I ignored it.
The bartender already had two drinks on her tray, four multipliers under the counter and a pile of champagne bottles capable of firing corks at eye level.
She did not need me funding bottle service.
Then five Scatters landed.
Not four.
Five.
One on reel one.
Two across the centre.
Another on reel five.
The last on reel six.
Champagne exploded across the screen.
Corks left the bottles at angles no insurer would approve.
Ten Free Spins appeared.
The fifth Scatter added two more.
Twelve.
The bartender stepped into the feature screen holding a green bottle while gold coins and confetti filled the bar.
Twelve rounds.
Four x2 multiplier values waited underneath the middle reels.
The difference now was that the shelf would remember.
I pressed Start.
The first Free Spin paid nothing.
The four x2 measures remained.
Nobody had touched the bar.
Eleven spins left.
Free Spin two produced a gold-backed whiskey block on reel three.
The whiskey joined smaller glasses.
They won.
On the collapse, the huge gold drink became the bartender.
Blue cocktails landed through her.
The x2 underneath reel three fired.
€4.80.
The used multiplier disappeared.
A larger value slid in from the right.
The shelf had begun drinking.
Free Spin three was empty.
The stronger multiplier stayed.
That was new.
In the base game, each paid round had sobered the bar back to four x2s.
Here, nobody was going home between drinks.
Nine remained.
Free Spin four dropped a Wild bartender naturally onto reel four.
A second Wild appeared on reel three after a gold-backed cocktail had won in the previous collapse.
Two bartenders.
Side by side.
One bar.
No visible manager.
Whiskey glasses connected through both.
The multiplier measures beneath those Wilds were added together.
The win jumped.
€11.20.
Both women disappeared with the winning symbols.
The shelf underneath them changed again.
Larger numbers arrived from the right.
At this point the bar had discovered that the correct response to a successful round was not water.
It was stronger glassware.
Free Spin five produced no win.
The bartender on the cover still held two whiskey glasses.
I was beginning to suspect those were evidence.
Seven remained.
The sixth spin brought a three-space gold-backed green cocktail on reel two.
Several smaller green drinks connected with it.
The oversized cocktail survived into the next collapse and transformed.
Bartender.
A Wild landed naturally on reel five at the same time.
Another gold-backed whiskey on reel four had also participated in the previous win.
It became a third bartender.
Three copies of the same woman now occupied three separate sections of the bar.
One was holding a shaker.
One was leaning toward the reels.
The third appeared to have arrived solely because a whiskey glass had achieved professional development.
Blue cocktails landed around them.
Three Wilds joined the route.
Three multiplier positions underneath lit together.
The win climbed to €26.40.
The screen turned pink.
Cocktail glasses rose behind the total.
The three bartenders disappeared.
More powerful multipliers moved onto the shelf.
The original four x2 house measures had become a collection of numbers I would not trust near a measuring cup.
Six spins remained.
Free Spin seven brought a small whiskey combination through one Wild.
€7.20.
The multiplier beneath her was consumed.
Another larger one slid into position.
The bartender had now used more measures than she had served actual liquids.
The eighth spin did nothing.
Four remained.
Then Free Spin nine produced a gold-background object on reel five, another on reel three and a natural Wild on reel four.
The first gold symbol won.
So did the second.
The collapse transformed both.
Three bartenders again.
They filled the middle of the bar.
Purple hair across multiple reels.
Three cocktail shakers.
Enough identical staff to make ordering the same drink from the same person mathematically impossible.
Whiskey connected.
Then green cocktails.
Both wins passed through multiple Wilds.
The multiplier shelf lit repeatedly.
€38.40.
The bar erupted in neon.
A champagne bottle fired its cork across the upper screen.
Nobody ducked.
Three spins remained.
The multipliers did not reset.
They sat beneath the reels glowing with the confidence of people who had stopped counting drinks an hour earlier.
Free Spin ten was empty.
Two remained.
On the eleventh, a gold-backed blue cocktail spanning four positions appeared on reel three.
It connected immediately.
The massive drink transformed into a Wild bartender on the collapse.
A second Wild landed on reel five.
Whiskey glasses filled the left.
Green drinks arrived from above.
Both bartenders became involved.
The shelf underneath them fired.
€54.40.
The bartender on reel three occupied almost the entire height of the grid.
The actual bartender outside the reels remained beside the counter.
The game now contained enough copies of her to operate several competing bars in the same building.
One spin remained.
The multiplier values beneath the middle reels were still there.
Larger than they had been at the start.
Used glasses removed.
Stronger glasses pushed in.
No closing bell.
No water.
No bowl of peanuts.
The final Free Spin began with champagne bottles on the outer reels.
Not enough Scatters to retrigger.
The middle filled with whiskey, blue cocktails and one large gold-backed drink.
The whiskey connected first.
The gold symbol joined the win.
It transformed on the collapse.
Wild bartender on reel three.
Fresh symbols fell.
A natural Wild landed on reel four.
Two bartenders side by side.
Then a third Wild appeared on reel five.
The screen had reached full staffing.
Green cocktails connected across them.
All three multiplier positions underneath fired.
The values combined.
The total began climbing.
€20.
€40.
€60.
The bar lights flashed.
Champagne sprayed across the top of the reels.
Cocktail glasses rotated behind the win counter.
The three bartenders smiled with the calm of people who had just served a drink containing several independent multipliers and no known measurement system.
€92.80.
The final symbols settled.
No further win.
No retrigger.
The feature ended.
Twelve Free Spins paid €235.20.
The bartender appeared on the result screen with a champagne bottle raised above the total.
Behind her sat pink neon, stacked glasses and enough loose gold to make the floor legally impossible to walk across.
The long base-game wait had cost nowhere near that.
The bar had won.
I had won.
The concept of portion control had been completely destroyed.
The normal reels returned.
Four fresh x2 multipliers appeared beneath the middle columns.
The bartender reset the counter.
Two whiskey glasses waited on her tray.
I let the result screen sit there.
For once, nobody ordered another round.
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