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Her eyes narrowed. A drinking competition. He didn't realise how badly he'd lose. Noir had seen how unused to drinking he was. Torrent would be putty in her hands within an hour.

"You are on."

Raising her bottle, she eyed him down. Fairly confident she had the upper hand, it occured to her that she had drunk more so far.

''Eh, I can beat him. He can be stronger in a fight, I'll out drink him anyday.''

"Lets go!"

The bottle touched her lips, and Noir started to drain what was left in it.