Approaching the Mecha Man helmet, Rita carefully examined it. Her eyes held slight sadness in them, and she carefully caressed the helmet with fondness. A sharp gasp came from her when a piece of glass lodged itself into her pointer finger. She hissed, yet no words came from her.

“…Tch.”

With a cautious tug, Rita pulled the piece of glass from her finger, and she carefully sucked on the bleeding tip.

“I need a drink..”

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“…Y’know, it feels like the first time in a long time, I could see life without Mecha Man.”

The bottle of Haas’s Bourbon Whiskey smacked against the floor. Rita laid on the floor in her black panties and her light blue button top she wore to work. Her eyes staring up at the ceiling as she spoke again, turning her head towards Beef.

“Which I’m sure you’d appreciate. It’s been nice spending more time with you. It’s…also nice teaching people to be heroes, guiding them?”

A soft laugh came from her. The exhaustion was getting to her, and she couldn’t bother to even get up anymore. Soft mumbles coming from her as she continued her rant, beginning to doze off.