Vara takes out her trusty flask and fills the rest of it up. She gives a little smile. "It certainly was, pretty girl..." She gives a little wink. "Tell me how to say your name again? Mario? Something like that?"

Vara eyes Mariko's coke, and suddenly a flash of red goes through her face. "Did you... Did you give Trent any of that before?" She asks quietly.

Vara bats the tin out of Mariko's hand as a spray of white dust goes over the table. "Clean it up, and get out." She says calmly, her eyes never leaving Mariko's.

Vara eyes flash. "You could have killed Trent. And believe me, after what you've done to Envy, Trent was the only friend out here anymore."

Vara shakes her head. "I never said that I don't take responsibility for what happened between you and I and Trent. Hell, at this point, I'm pretty damn proud of the relationship I've put a strain on. Are you proud that you offered a recovering coke addict exactly what he's recovering from? Or are you just too much of an idiot to understand that?"

"So you don't feel bad at all for doing that to him, eh? You're just absolutely fine with the fact that you supplied him with the thing that almost killed him?" Vara asks, her voice rising to a scream. "Go on, you dumb whore! Get out of here! Go fuck up somebody else's life! Perhaps Envy? It seems you couldn't give a shit less about her anyway!"

Vara sticks her head out of the bus door. "Watch out, everybody! Watch out! We have a walking STD right here!" She shouts, pointing to Mariko. "Oy, you left something, pretty girl!" She shouts, throwing the Altoid tin at her, hitting Mariko on the back of the head.

"Right back at you, baby!" Vara yells, flipping her back off before slamming the door of the bus behind her and going back to her alcoholic orange juice.

Atomica war bride tour diary.

Las Vegas. A city forever linked to two of my biggest influences. Elvis Presley and raoul duke....ok the last one isn't a real person per se, but real enough. Is superman any less real than Clark kent? Alter egos are real enough. Both of these cats were about pushing everything as far as you can. Either you break,or the world breaks. There is no in between. They made me the man I am today,I make no secret of this. Hell,put the right glasses and hat on me,I even look like duke.

Of course,las Vegas isn't the pit of depravity it was in my idols' time. Hell,its halfway respectable now,the kind of place you can take your mom. Fuck,give it a few years and it may as well be Branson. I could fuck a casino boss's girlfriend on the craps table,using a roulette wheel to keep time and nobody is going to find me buried in a hole in the desert. Where is the fucking danger? Where are the topless lobster buffets,where the waitresses crack your lobster for you...,with natures lobster crackers?

Being an American,I took initiative and made my own danger. That is the american way,create a problem and then solve it. Fuck the solving,I am all about the creating. Let someone else solve the problems I create,that's the American way,part b subsection 4. Myself and my wife. A ...130 pound,half crazed German girl...actually,I have no idea how much she weighs. I am not kreskin or some shit like that. She is,however the perfect partner in crime. ....and can rock a black and white ,extremely tight dress like nobody's business. I tried it on,I can't do it well at all. Ada and I drank like fishes after a sub Saharan drought. We were thrown out of at least 12 casinos and managed to win 120 dollars......and lost 40 grand. But I think we offset it by stealing everything that wasnt nailed down. I love those little hotel bell ringy things. I now got 35 of them. Ding ding motherfucker. I am pretty sure I manages to play a show. I don't remember even showing up.

Setlist:

I never knew you were a klansman.

Tom Dooley ( extended like a mother fucker jam)

Erich opens an eye and sees Ada up close and personal. He tries to move his arms,but they are tied with some article of clothing. " I think we are in a changing room at Walmart." He deducts from a smiley face sticker above the door.