Vara gives Mariko a small smile. "Mariko... You just so adorable, aren't you?" She asks, a condescending tone to her voice. "I've apologized. That's all I really needed. Do you have anything to say to me now? Maybe to Trent that I can pass on?"

"Hm, for a friend, you obviously didn't know much about him... Did even know that he was a recovering coke addict. What a fruitful friendship," Vara says back, a smile always remaining on her face. "Awkward!"

"Right, because a caring girlfriend is on her boyfriend's dick every step of the way," Vara says back sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "If I were you, I wouldn't try to play the 'bad girlfriend' card on me, because we both know that you're the one with that title right now."

Vara shifts her weight, immediately feeling uncomfortable when Mariko calls her out on putting the blame on Mariko because she didn't want to feel like Trent had self-inflicted flaws... She swallows, and tries to keep her bad girl persona up. "That? What's 'that'? I want to hear you actually say what you're accusing me of."

"I haven't told anybody," Vara says back immediately. "As far as most people know, it never even really happened. It was just something we talked about..." She sighs. "You have me pictured as some mega bitch who is cunning and manipulative, but I'm not. I go off of gut reactions, I don't plan things..." Vara shakes her head and starts to head away from the bus. "I've said my piece. I'm done."

"Well... I'm not..." Vara says, turning her head to the side of speak to Mariko. "Maybe second runner up, but I'm not the cuntiest." She giggles and waves goodbye before heading back to Trent's bus.

Trent stands outside one of the venue's concession stands, arguing with the cashier. "Five bucks for a motherfucking hot dog? What the fuck is it made out of, dragon?" the cashier assures him the hotdog is nothing but good old pork, and Trent grudgingly forks over the five bucks. "This better be a good fucking hotdog..." he says, walking off in the direction of his bus. He takes a cigarette from behind his ear and lights it, puts it in his mouth, then remembers that he's quitting. He sighs and throws the smoke over his shoulder.

Vara stands by Trent's bus, smoking quietly as she watches Trent and Mariko.

"meat is meat" mariko says with a laugh. she is also silent for a little while. she runs a nacho cheese covered hand through her hair., "shit!" she utters when she realizes the mistake. " i have been....ok. just..you know,the usual. i assume you're all better now?" she asks ,looking everywhere but at trent.

"i was really worried" mariko says,finally working up the nerve to make eye contact. "if i would have known...i never would have offered it." she says before nodding her head several times. "actually,she did.i had a nice chat with her today." mariko smiles.