"Heh, vanilla?" She smirked as she slid off of the washing machine. Pulling out her pack of smokes and her zippo. Lighting up right there with a smirk. "Hell, at times. I wish I lived a<em>vanilla</em>life." She seemed to have a bit of truth in her tone. "But, eh, what the hell can I do right?" She shrugged and took a strong hit, exhailing through her nose.