So...this chapter ended up being longer than I thought it would be but whatever, I'll still consider it a drabble anyway.

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Suffrage

On one Sunday afternoon a colleague of Jenny and Vastra, Constable George A. Winstock, paid them a friendly visit at their home. Although, perhaps 'friendly' is not exactly the right word to describe it. Constable George A. Winstock was a battle-hardened veteran officer of Scotland Yard, who even now in his old age still cut a rather intimidating figure with his steel gray eyes, strong bulldog-like jaw, and broad shoulders. He was completely competent at doing his job, but many people disliked him due to his vulgar, loud-mouthed, and often arrogant personality. They also found his ego, which was large enough to encompass the entire world and then some, to be absolutely insufferable. Nobody was willing to speak up against him, however, including Jenny and Vastra who thought it was simply best to try tolerating him whenever they had to work together.

So why did Vastra decide to invite him over for tea? That part remains a mystery.

"Bah! Giving women the right to vote is like giving cats and dogs the right to vote! It's downright unnatural! Women have no place in politics, they belong at home organizing the household and raising their children! Men are the only ones capable of running this country, whereas women are basically useless when outside the home!" Winstock paused midway through his heated rant to gorge on a roasted turkey leg. "Oh, and don't get me started on those goddamn suffragettes! They are nothing but senseless, bitter, impotent, and ugly old crones who wants to destroy the natural order of this world with their feminine hysteria! They are a menace that should be stopped at all costs and thrown into the madhouse for all I care, every last one of them!"

The nerve pounding against Vastra's temple grew louder and louder with every word that came out of Winstock's enormous mouth, until she could no longer bear it anymore.

Vastra slammed her hand forcefully upon the table, causing the tea cups to rattle, as well as gaining Winstock's full attention.

"Let me tell you something, ," hissed Vastra as she cast a burning glare toward the stunned constable, "back in the country of Siluria where I come from, we believe strongly in equal rights for both genders. We believe that everyone is capable of contributing to society, which is why we allow our women to vote, to be scientists, to be doctors, to be scholars, to hold positions of leadership, to fight in the military, and any other profession they may aspire to be. Our gender equality and inclusiveness is what helps our country to flourish, to advance at a far greater rate than Britain will ever come close to reaching. As for your claim that women are 'basically useless when outside the home', you must have forgotten that you are talking to the Great Detective of Scotland Yard. According to the records I, a woman, have successfully solved well over a hundred cases in the space of just ten years, which is more than you've ever accomplished in your entire forty year career. So, please, do tell me who is the useless one again?"

The constable had not expected to be so ruthlessly and brutally attacked, especially not by someone he considered to be his friend. Shock soon gave way to intense anger as Winstock's face contorted to form a scowl, the blood turning his skin a fiery crimson.

Hands clenched into fists, Winstock attempted to retaliate, but kept choking on his own words due to frustration causing him to stutter, "Why...Why...Why I'd never...How dare you...You...Bloody...Hell…"

At that moment, Jenny entered the room asking, "Ma'am, the suffragette rally is set to begin in two hours. We still have plans to go, right?"

"Yes, my dear, we will be attending the rally later," Vastra replied coolly, never removing her eyes from the fuming constable. "Just let me take care of this...business with first."

That turned out to be the final straw for Winstock, who suddenly exploded and stood up while pointing an accusatory finger toward Vastra. "You...You...You are one of those bloody suffragettes, aren't you?!"

Vastra merely rolled her eyes, being utterly unimpressed, and said, "Haven't I made that obvious by now? If knowing this angers you so much, Mr. Winstock, then I highly advise that you get the hell out of my house right this instant!"

Right on cue, Strax then threw Winstock's coat, hat, and cane at him, nearly knocking the man off his feet.

"You heard the Madame! Take your belongings and leave before I blast out your brain, putrid human filth," threatened the Sontaran in a deadly serious tone.

Realizing when he's not welcomed, Winstock immediately stormed out of the room in a fury, yelling curses and profanities as he did. Once outside, he turned around to deliver one last scathing insult, only to have Jenny slam the door in his face before he even got the chance.

"I'll say, good riddance to that pompous bastard,"exclaimed Jenny moving to sit on her wife's lap. "You sure gave him one hell of a licking that he'll never forget, ma'am."

Vastra wore a triumphant grin as she responded with, "Well like I always say, darling, men are nothing more than monkeys masquerading around in suits, though they're not fooling anybody but themselves."

Jenny hummed in agreement and rested her head upon Vastra's shoulder.