#jinae.

“Am I meant to take looking like a whore as a compliment or not?” Crimson stained lips pull up into a giggle as she practically skips away from the insulting patron and perching herself on a stool once again. A new drink in one hand as the other tangles itself in platinum locks as she spins herself happily. “Means people want to fuck me and pay for the privilege right? Already got a guy to do that once so it’s for sure accurate.” A smug look takes over her for a moment as she eyes the other for a moment, seemingly holding yet another laugh back. Probably had something to do with the number of empty glasses she had already created.

Sneaking into her husbands' company had become a game by this point. As far as the law was concerned Jinae had every right to be there, especially in his office. She was his only family before death, his sole heir and his cut on the company had automatically fallen to her. It had been specifically put in his will. Added four days before his death. No one wanted her there though. There were the sane ones that she didn’t mind that much who simply didn’t like her because she may or may not have hit their poor old boss over the head with a hammer and then the insane ones she couldn’t stand who simply thought she was a bad omen. A murdered man’s widow is not something you want walking around.

It didn’t matter which one she encountered though it always ended the same. Her getting kicked out by some meathead who thought he had the right to lay a finger on her. “Yeah, well fuck you too Jerry.” She laughed as she was ungracefully dumped onto the green outside of the skyscraper.