Thread: The Sins That Follow (Yoshie x Buttons)

Well then, here is to Mr. Walker and whatever nefarious plots he might have for our night together. Joseph stated, raising his glass to hers before drinking as well. The man was caught in between a rather interesting position. In his head he could only imagine the kinds of perverted and sensual things that the two would be exploring tonight, yet with each sip of his drink the burning sensation would bring him back to the moment at hand, to the woman of his fantasized desires. Both images starting to do battle in his head, because truth be told the woman sitting here conversing over booze and the woman with her legs wrapped around his waist and fingers clawing at his back were equally attractive in both situations. He found a longing for the challenge she presented at the moment and the utter bliss she would provide later tonight... Damn was this alcohol good. Charles watched the two like a hawk, moving to the side, cleaning the same glass over and over as Joseph and Winry spoke. What was Joseph doing? How was he doing it? No one approached Winry, no one was approached by her without her being pissed off, how was Joseph able to get this close to her in only a matter of a week? Even the most loyal employee's who have worked for her since this club opened didn't get the time of day from her like Joseph was. The man even broke one of her damn tables, the last few fools that had damaged any part of Winry's club had been prosecuted for damages. What the fuck was it that Joseph had that other didn't? That Charles didn't? Charles! One of the other bartenders shouted, Charles blinking as he turned to look at him. I need to to move man, or at least pass me the tequila. Another bartender stated, Charles stepping out of his way as he left the bar area to go to the bathroom... Or just somewhere else. What I want? Desire?' Joseph asked, raising an eyebrow to the lady as he sat there. Well that was quite the question. Did she think they were on those good of terms yet? Did she think he trusted her? Hell the arrogance of this woman knew no bounds. But there was a sense of sincerity somewhere in her words, of some sort of longing to truly understand him or learn about him. It was almost flattering to say the least and that was rather hard to do to a man like Joseph. What does every man desire but that which he can not have? The man asked, doing his best to dodge her question. I seek nothing more then a means to blind myself from my desires, to distract myself from the inevitable truth of what I want, that what I need will never be in my grasp ever again. Joseph stated with a hint of anger or frustration in his voice. His hand clutching on that glass of J.W. tighter and tighter till he would actually break the it. The contents of ice and whiskey splashing down onto the counter, Joseph's hand cut up a little at the palm. There was a burning pain coming from the cut, the alcohol the first thing to come into contact with his new wound. Joseph dropping the broken glass onto the counter to look at his hand as it started to bleed. A bartender quick to come over and clean up the spill and broken glass. I am sorry, I wasted your drink. Joseph added, a smirk on his face as he pulled what looked like a handkerchief from his jacket pocket, pressing it into his hand and tying it off as a make shift bandage. The man was much more concerned with the alcohol then some small flesh wound that would heal over in a day or two.