Blood dotted the white walls of the golden casino. I wiped my mouth, as a crimson color stained my white glove. Whether it was lipstick or blood was beyond me at this point. In addition to the booze from earlier, the adrenaline of the attack only further electrified my boiling blood. I chuckled like a maniac in the wreckage of what was left of the casino. Paintings left their corpses on the carpet floor, as the skeletons of broken wine glasses said a hearty, "sayonara" to the world. The glass crunched under my red high heels, as my long skin-tight dress continued to rip along the leg seam. The red hair which hung from my head was loose from the tight bun as it matched the aesthetic. A broken wine bottle was held in my hands as I threw it to join its fallen brothers.