Faith laughs. "You've only spent a few minutes with me. You don't even know socially flawed yet," she says back with a wink. Faith beams the most attractive smile she had at Alex, taking his hand and shaking it. "It goes well, it goes well," she says back, sitting down next to him and taking a long sip of her martini. "Where are you from?"

"Brooklyn, huh? I have an apartment there," Faith says happily. "I'm from Texas. El Paso. It's hot and shitty and I hate it there, so I moved to New York, and then I got a job as a personal assistant to Nichole Fischer, the lead singer of Vile Hour." She shrugs. "From there, I built up a bit of a clientele, so I started my own business, and now we're one of the biggest celebrity staffing companies in the USA." She smiles, bragging a little bit about her company. "I spend most of my time in Detroit with Nichole, but I get around." She brings her hand up to the side of her face, her elbow on the table to show off her tattoos a bit more. "Your turn. Your story." She turns to Maddie. "Both of you."

"Aw, you're too sweet to me, Alex," Faith says back, touching him lightly on the arm in an obviously flirtatious way, smiling and then turning to Maddie, listening to her. "Oh, a family of musicians. How cu-- Wait. Maddie, right?" She rubs one of her eyes, as if that would sober her up a bit more. "Maddie Urie, right? Ha! Shit, girl. I think you're fucking awesome..." She turns to Alex, looking at him in a different sort of light. "And you're Alex Simms. Shit, I've been flirting with Alex Simms... And Maddie Urie bought me a drink. This may be one of the coolest nights of my life."

Faith pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, assuming that she can smoke in the bar. She lights the cigarette and offers the pack to both of them. "It really is a good time to be alive, it really fucking is," she says back, still a little on cloud nine for hanging out with Alex and Maddie. She finishes off her drink. "Thanks again for the drink, Maddie." She says, sticking her finger in the glass and licking it to get the very last bit out.

"You'd be surprised," Faith says back with a laugh. "Nichole is awesome, but she doesn't really go out much since she got knocked up. So I don't get to hang out with cool people anymore." Faith grins at Maddie. "Shy and timid... No, I don't think that's exactly what I would use to describe you. You're the first woman to buy me a drink at a bar that wasn't a butch lesbian. That's something, isn't it?" She giggles and then hands her glass to Alex, smiling up at him. "Thank you so much. It's a pear martini, sweetie. You're the best."

Faith smiles at Alex and gives him a little wave goodbye as he goes to the bar to get her another drink. She turns back to Maddie, giggling a bit. "My deal? Um, pansexual, I guess?" She says back with a laugh. "I don't judge by gender. If I think you're attractive, and you might be fun to sleep with, odds are I'm going to go for it." She beams at her. "And what about you? What is your deal? And more to the point, what is the situation with you and Alex? Are you dating? Sleeping together? Should I feel bad about flirting with him?"

"Straight, got it," Faith says back to Maddie, as if she were keeping track of her sexuality and knowing not to hit on her. She looks back at Alex, imagining him with Julia Volkova, and smiles. "That's... fucking sexy as hell," she says back, laughing. "Nothing better than two attractive people fucking."

Faith laughs and shrugs. "I hate being in serious relationships," She says back. "Spending time with them gets boring, and then they get boring, and then even the sex gets boring, and then what was once a really cool person just seems pathetic." She smirks and shrugs. "But I get bored really easily. That could just be me." When Alex walks back over, Faith smiles up at him and takes her drink. "Nothing much. We're just talking about how hot it must be when you and Julia Volkova fuck," Faith says back to Alex with a wink. "Is she as crazy in real life as she seems to be? Like, does she make you do crazy shit in bed?"

"Gah, you're only nineteen? Now I feel... really fucking old..." Faith shivers a little, laughing. Turning twenty-three this April was like turning forty for other women. Faith still wasn't over the initial shock of getting older. When Alex comes back, she turns and listens to him, the grin slowly spreading across her face with every word. "I doubt nothing of what you say," She says back, laughing. "If I ever meet Julia Volkova, now I have something to start off the conversation with. Like, 'Hey! I heard you're a total beast in bed! Wanna show me?'" She giggles.

Parish walks into the DB and leans against the bar. He orders himself a jack Daniels an stands around slowly sipping it.