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

Alex was given a glass of the black label after a few moments hesitation. In fact this bartender Mikan had told him that the drink wasn't cheap, Alex staring at the man for a few moments as if he was a moron for trying to persuade him to purchase a cheaper drink. Did Alex look like any of these cheap woman? These fake men? Not in the mood or the state of mind to argue or retort to such a question Alex pulled a wallet out from his inner jacket pocket, pulling out seven hundred dollars and setting it on the counter for Mikan to take up. The two staring at each other for a few moments before Mikan went work. And this left Alex to look at the product of Mikan's profession. At this point Alex hoped that someone else was in charge of Temptation because the drink he got was far from what was expected. His glass not the dirtiest but also not the cleanest, four ice cubes to create that illusion that there was more alcohol in the glass. No cup holder or folded napkin, and even the drink itself was a good half an inch from the rim of the glass. Seven hundred dollars and one would expect perfection, demand it even. Alex's gaze went up to Mikan, his bartender for the time being that was sure to move on to the next customer who would probably order some twenty dollar piss drink. What facade did this bartender put on tonight? If anything he was pretending to be a bartender! Alex's hand coming to his glass to grab hold, even if the presentation was horrible, even if the tricks to save on liquor were evident.. He still poured from the black label, the liquor was still the liquor, and as Alex brought the glass to his lips... That bitter sweet embrace of Johnnie Walker took him. But then he heard it. When had she come? When had she sat down? Just to his left he heard that voice that only plagued him in his dreams. Winry's voice. As if some sort of cruel joke by fate Alex would find her over a glass of Johnnie Walker. How fascinating indeed. He said nothing, simply turning to look at Winry's long black hair. Taking in the dress she wore and the presence she let off. That commanding presence, one that demanded respect not just from her employees but any person that looked her way. Even after four years she was still the same. Just like in those moments where Alex would close his eyes and see the times they spent together. And now? Now she was livid. Every point of dissatisfaction that Alex had with this bartender Winry had pointed out and thrown into the man's face. And oh the mistake that this Mikan made. The show was definitely in town tonight as Winry was on fire. No reserves on being polite or a kind boss, Winry degraded her employee. In her glare, her speech, in everything she showed her dominance in their confrontation. A true marvel to be seen. But was this really Winry? Was this really the same woman that Alex knew years before. She ordered black label as well, for god's sakes Alex's own habits with the different labels were taught to him by Winry after all. Was her past haunting her now? What guilt did she bare? A woman so passionate and blunt... How could she fall? Does degrading the bartender really make you feel better about yourself? You should know better then anyone on nights like these the only way to make yourself feel better is to drink what's in that glass of yours. To forget your past and all it's baggage for just one night.. That is what Johnnie Walker Black can provide. Isn't that right Winny? Alex asked with a smile, the man had turned back to face the counter before he spoke. Keeping his eyes on his own drink as he wondered what Winry's reaction would be. After her little outburst of utter rage and irritation, how would she react to an old friend? Did she still consider him a friend? One only hoped. Alex bringing his glass back up to his lips to take another drink of their now shared liquor. The burn coming back just in time to keep his mind off of more depressing moments.