Thread: A neverending circle, of predjudice. { Yoshie x ForeverM }

Prejudice, something that defined the world, something that could kill someone who didnt look or sound the same as someone else. No matter where you go, you cannot escape it. It seeps through the walls, it creeps through the cracks, you cant go anywhere without the ones that know theyre weird having to watch their backs. Temptation was in Winrys opinion the best club, the cleanest establishment, and a place where killers and corporate could share the same table, the same drink and toast the same glass. After all, killers and corporate were the same. They both kill they are both poisons drinking the same poison. Winry cared not for who was white or black, feline or canine. No, in her eyes they were all the same. Why? Because they had money. Money was green, money was power, and no matter how you look at it money wont change no matter what hand it switches from. The hands would change but money always, always, stayed the same. She employed all no matter what the background, foreground, or bloodline. As long as you brought in customers, kept the peace and brought her money she was pleased. All of that racism, prejudice, and hatred was left at the door and if there was a hint of any it would be directed back where it came from. Now, today was one of those days not to piss off Winry Seduction. For today was payday and those who were suppose to be working, well, if they werent then they would not get paid. It was that easy for her, you dont work, you dont eat. She pulled the strings, she called the shots and as she left her skybox office she walked down those back spiral steps with those 5 heels on and that long black slender dress that complimented her figure. But it also hid something else, something that she only hid solely because she was professional. It wasnt cause she was ashamed, no she was never ashamed of what she was, she just didnt want to fuck someone up over it. After all she was a lady, not a bitch. Not a bitch until she heard the commotion at the bar. It was her little Innocent in another argument with an angry patron. She walked up beside him and leaned over. She looked at her Innocent and shook her head symbolizing that she had this conversation and no more on her part was needed. Bartender Johnnie Walker Blue Label. This drink by itself was 700 and the bottle bordered along the thousands depending on where you go it. Three ice cubes were placed in the glass and it was filled to the brim. A napkin folded was placed on the table as a holder. She inspected the glass rim, shape, and body. No fingerprints, no smudges, and no dust. She picked the glass up to her lips and took in the liquid reveling in the taste and the burn. Now, if I can drink from this same glass that so many other motherfuckers have drank from, you should be able to as well sir! If you think you can come into my establishment and talk shit to my Bartender you got another conversation coming! She examined the man, giving him the once over. Let me tell you one thing Nigger ! You of all people shouldnt be judgmental, all the shit your people have suffered over the years, you should know the feeling that being different gets you! She snatched the glass from him and then cut her eye at the Bartender. Take those fucking gloves off! You know what you arebe proud of it! Embrace it! Fuck all who disagree. You can do shit that these bitches cant and if they got a problem with it tell em they can come see me and Ill bend over so they can personally kiss my ass! Now see ya black ass out my fucking club before I hang ya ass personally! She waived him off and took out a 100 bill and slid it to her Innocent and resumed tending to her Johnnie Walker Blue Label. That was for his drink mine will be about 1000. I will give that to you a little later. She said winking.