Thread: Never Be The Same Again (Yoshie x Source Code)

The thing that all humans had was the ability to hide things and blend in with the crowd. Well Winry was not one of those humans. No matter how much she screamed, yell, and called names and controlled people there was no way to make her feel better about herself. She was not one to take her issues out on people and then again she tried no too. But him, this man sitting next to her, he was something else. He saw past her cold exteroior or rather her knew why she was as cold and unwelcoming as she was. He knew what was ailing her. But she was too stubborn to accept it. There was no one that would understand was set in her mind and expressing her emotions were a sign of weakness. Her emotions would be her downfall, and soon she was a mess. He could see her pain, he could see her anguish no matter how hard she tried to conceal it. No matter how tough she was, she was grieving deep inside. Today was there anniversary. Today was the day that she met her husband so she was weak and alone. She was in pain. When she looked over she saw him she saw the man that had been with her since before Temptation. She was with the man that knew the real Winry. She looked over to him but could not look him in the face. She could not look him in the eye. Why, you ask because those eyes of his, you couldnt slick a can of oil. You couldnt cheat a cheetah. He was the best, he was the best at everything and seeing as though he was drinking Johnnie Walker like it was cheap Paul Masson, meant that he knew what he was doing. Even she after drinking it for ten years she winched from time to time and moved away since the burn was so hectic. Sitting next to him he made her feel like she was still a young drinker. The way he downed the drink no wincing, no turning away from the glass no he cherished it. He respected the burn and it seemed as though he welcomed it. She watched as he drank his glass no flinching. By now she would have turned the glass away and at least turned away so that no one would see that she was burning inside. Now, she looked at him in pain. A teardrop fell in the glass, and when it went down her cheek all the pain, all the anguish and the defeat went with it, but it was soon to be followed by more than one tear. She looked at Mikan, and glared, it was a hated glare but it wasnt really directed at him specifically. I want you to give him a free glass of Johnnie Walker and do the same shit that you did with my glass with his. If you have to clean it in front of both of us then do it I want his glass as clean and as clear as mine! I want him to enjoy his Black. I want him to cherish the damn Jonnie Walker, respect it. This depends on your damn job. So if you want to keep your piece of shit job then give him a glass of Heaven. She glared at him. Her eyes were red, her soul was showing, that kind, soul that would help anyone, but she was bruised. She was wounded. She was hurt, not because of Temptation but from people that would hurt her, from people in general. She was hurting from the people that she opened up too, to the people who would betray her, her past was chasing her and catching up with her and it was weighing her down. Mikan returned with a cleaner glass than Winrys, he gave him more liquor than Winry had in her glass and the bottle was damn bear frozen so there was need for little ice. He served it on a colored napkin and pushed it to him with a complimentary lemon and lime just in case he wanted flavor. The glass was ice cold. Seemingly he got it out of the freezer for the special guest and in a case he was a special guest. The man would certainly enjoy this beverage. After three glasses she was buzzed. Excuse me She said in a broken voice as she headed into the lounge area of Temptation.