My translation stuff

The next day came, and it was just as busy as the one before. A new wave of customers barged in after hearing word on the streets. Stella should have seen it coming; the people of this town didn’t care about anything other than having fun in the here and now. What she had no way of knowing, however, was that so many of today’s customers would order the ultimate tears and mix them with alcohol. Idiots, all of them. But they’re paying idiots. Every time one of her customers became too much of a nuisance, Stella would use Mace’s men to drive him into one of the nearby empty houses. “More booze! Can’t you see we’re all out of booze to mix?” “Need another glass over here! Hurry up, brat! I don’t like waiting!” “Where’s my food, granny? I ain’t got all day!” Looking at the brutes, Stella couldn’t help feeling slightly regretful over how her new product had turned out. It was a little too effective. One of these people might lash out and start breaking everything at any moment. What would she...

“Ahh, so tired. I’m so, so tired!” “It’s all over now, sweetie,” said Marie. “You must be tired too, Miss Stella.” “C’mon, Marie. Why treat me like a child but not her?” Rye pouted, making herself look even more childish. “Should I not have called you ‘sweetie’?” asked Marie. “It doesn’t bother me, it’s just . . . you don’t do that to Stella, and she’s younger than me.” “That’s because Miss Stella behaves like a proper adult. And she’s also our master.” “Yeah, and I’m just a child acting like a child. Don’t say it. I’m so tired, though! But also glad we had so many customers.” Laughing, Rye wiped the sweat off her face. She looked tired but satisfied; maybe “fulfilled” was the word. Beck was leaning against a wall, looking more exhausted than anything else. Marie brought each of them a glass of water and then started the preparations for dinner, with such quick and graceful movements that nobody could have guessed she’d been hard at work until just moments before. Stella, on the other ...