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Noir huffed at him. The vodka was slowly doing it's job.

"Living for the sake of living. What a dumb idea. Without something to go after what's the point? Aimlessly wandering through life."

Finishing the vodka off, her real hand clenched down on the bottle. In a moment, it broke, some shards biting into her skin. Not caring, her fingers curled into a fist.

"What a load of crap. Life is there to be lived. I'll be damned if I'm just going to let if drift by."

Looking into his eyes, Noir felt the desire to do something. Right now.

''Eh, what the hell. Doesn't look so bad, might even be good in bed. And if not....''

Pulling her prosthetic hand from Vermont's, she placed it behind his head and pulled him closer. His lips were shoved against her own.