The chime of slot machines followed by cheers rang out over the gaming floor. Sighing, she watched the amber liquid swirl around the crystal glass as she twisted it in her hand.
"How many times has that machine paid out now, Kiko?" Her voice was distant like she wasn't fully there and to tell the truth she wasn't. The redhead behind the bar turned to look at her, almost surprised to be spoken to.
"That is the fourth time this week, Miss." The girl smiled warmly, her voice was sweet like a melody, it made her sick.
"We probably should lower that. The idea is to get their money." Sumiko stood up from the barstool, picked up the glass and emptied it of its contents. She could not taste it, nor would the alcohol affect her physically. It was simply one of the things that she did to maintain the facade of being human.
"Right away Miss, is there anything else that I can do for you?" Kiko smiled at her again. She was a blissful idiot but she was talented at what she did.
"Make sure the girls pay attention to the high rollers, keep them entertained and drunk," Sumiko walked away from the bar towards the back office.
"Sir please, let me go." The sounds of a girl in distress reached her ear causing her to stop and turn to the source of the noise. It was coming from one of the more private booths in the High Rollers suit. Sumiko sighed as she approached seeing one of her waitresses being abused by an intoxicated patron.
"What's wrong sweetheart? There will be a tasty tip in it for you," He pulled her closer forcing her onto his lap. If Sumiko had blood, it would have been boiling.
"Sir, please.." The girl struggled, tears starting to form in her eyes.
"Sir, I would kindly ask you to unhand my staff." He stopped almost immediately after hearing Sumiko's voice. She felt disgusted as he stared at her. He laughed letting the waitress go. The female watched as she scurried away before turning her attention back to the drunkard. "I would like to remind you sir that it is not a brothel. I am sure that there are other fine establishments that offer that form of entertainment. If you continue to conduct yourself in this manner I will have no choice but to ask you to leave."
"You bitch how dare you talk to me like that? Do you know who I am?"The man grabbed Sumiko by the lapel of her blazer yanking her towards him. She looked at him, her expression did not change.
"Sir, kindly remove your hand." Sumiko felt rage building inside of her. He laughed the small of booze hung on his already acrid breath.
"And what are you going to do, make me?!"
"I will simply remove your hand," The female grabbed his wrist twisting it in a direction that the human wrist was not meant to go, the was a sickening crunch as the bone broke. The male retreated holding his ruined wrist to his chest. "Now, I trust that we will have no further incidents, Sir?"
"N..no," The man whimpered and retreated back to his booth. Sumiko smiled and continued on her way to the office, shutting the door behind her for at last some sweet peace.
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