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

Humans, always searching, always needing something, always wanting something, humans were never satisfied. People always wanted more no matter what you gave to them, what they achieved or accomplished. What was it that she was searching for? Happiness? Something so temporary but something that everyone was seeking. They say seek and you will find but the inevitable truth was that nothing was meant to provide happiness. Nothing was easy, youd have to try hard but it seems that even trying hard proved that even in times of great depression almost doesnt count. It was already hard enough to gain respect considering that Winry was black, well Asian African American. But still with a mixed breed like she she commanded respect, she demanded it. She lived in the footsteps of her late husband. Why because it seemed that being nice never worked. He was loud, he was rude and most of all he got what he wanted. She took note of this, she took note that people hated and despised him but for some reason when he said jump they obeyed. When he commanded they did and it never came to violence because fear guided people to respect him. It was this that she learned. She wasnt like this it was a faade. It was a ploy to get what she wanted. She had everything, money, power and respect but there was still that void. That empty space in her heart. Had it become cold like his? Clarence, her late husband died long ago but his semblance lingered within her soul, it showed in her mean spirited ways. She loathed the man for this, but the hard part was that she understood. She understood why he was this way. It was nothing that he did. It was people. Now, ten years later she understood more clearly than she had ever in the time that they were together. She and Clarence had shared something and just now she finally realized that she hated people. She hated their greed, but their greed was what kept her pockets full. She hated their Wrath, but it was what kept power in her hands and she hated their Pride, but it was that same pride that kept her in a position in power. She used this she used it all to get what she wanted, what she thought she needed. But alas, just like a human, she was never satisfied. Sitting at her desk in her skybox overlooking what she owned, looking down at the drones that were Temptation she sighed. It was a Johnnie Walker Black night, she wanted to forget, she wanted to forget Clarence, she wanted to forget all the hatred, all the pain, all the misery this man had inflicted in her life but she couldnt because it was this pain, this hurt and this misery that made Temptation flourish the way it did. She looked in the drawer to get her fix. Fuck . Her savior had gone, the new shipment was in today so shed have to go downstairs to the bar. A drink at the bar, a drink at her bar would do her good right about now. Maybe she could relish in other peoples problems to get away from her own. So that is where she went. Leaving the imprisonment of her office she went down the spiral silver staircase that led to the dance floor and headed to the bar. She sat on one of the stools and tapped the counter twice. When Mikan, the bartender cleared his throat. Yeah? Johnnie Walker Black Label. She said to the bartender that was standing in while her employee in question was doing his rounds. The bartender jumped and grabbed one of the cleaner glasses from the top shelf and began the routine of actually doing his job. There was only one person that would order such a top shelf drink. 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 and the drink was pushed to her with both hands. 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 why cant you do this to all the customers, Mikan? Dont pretend like I dont know that you dont use the napkins or the cup-holders like I instructed. You can see the water stains on the wooden table! The napkins behind your counter look as if theyve been touched only recently and the ice trays have been filled only recently this ice still has liquid form The bartender sighed and looked away and as always just like a disgruntled employee he fired back at her. I dont see you getting at that fiend you hired! Hes been fucking shit up since he got here. He makes drinks, doesnt clean up the mess, and then gets the fucking order wrong! Youre yelling at me cause of some bullshit ass napkins and you should be digging in his ass! Mikan said hostilely. Seduction shot him a look that would make a child reevaluate themselve when in the wrong of the mother and as she put her drink down back on the napkin she then replied to his hastily made decision. Just like the pussy you are, always passing the buck to someone else. You think I dont know what goes on in my club? You think I dont know that you give these scantily clad bitches free drinks in exchange for pussy, which you dont get by the way and you suspect that I dont know hes a fuck up? Look in the mirror the next time you judge someone, and remember, I found yo ass in the back alley strung out after some guy had his way with you faggot! Taking his check out of her breasts she looked at the amount. She glared at him, ripped the check up and then took 300 out of her pocket and placed it under the napkin. Remember who you are dealing with the next time you flash off that tongue of yours again, Im not one of your friends, and Im not a dick so watch your fucking mouth! She never noticed who was sitting next to her the whole time.