Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-7497475-20131211124042/@comment-7497475-20131212114227

joining him in the toast, Noir finished it in one go. Her bottle arriving, she removed the top in one quick motion. About to pour into her glass, she changed her mind. The bottle tipped back, her prothetic hand a stark contrast in the light.

''Hmmm. I don't even know why I like this guy, there is just something about him.''

Noir stared into Torrent's eyes for a moment, feeling drawn in. She could practically feel the power eminating from him, and she loved it.

"I am always in town. Well, unless a contract takes me out of it. But that rarely happens. The city is big enough to support someone of my, talents."

The bottle was raised to her lips once more. The vodka was really starting to take hold now. Her vision was fine, but her head was starting to swim.

''This was a terrible idea. I have had way too much.''

Something occured to her. She'd never really had friends, not for long anyway. But she'd never had someone close to her. Torrent could be that someone. He knew what she did, and didn't care. Shaking her head, the thoughts cleared somewhat. Noir drank quite a bit then, drowning the idea.