"no it's not about her it just features someone that was close to her, that is why I want to remove it. I will try them in a bit".


Amy smiles.

"Do either of you have pale stools?" Erica asks seriously then cracks up. " ugh. Why does she do this? I can't raise two babies...I'm not super mom,like you." She giggles,patting Nichole's belly softly.

After faith speaks. Mariko has to choke down her drink to keep from spitting it out. " you are serious!!?! " she thinks for a second then shakes her head. " no. I do not want him going on twitter and criticizing my technique . Or giving me a foul nickname like he did to emerald...who was a total skank,but still"

'Ow Really? I'm excited already! Recently there are a lot of new acts releasing music, I'm glad to know you're working on music, what about boyfriends? I have to say I can’t remember the last time a man dated me LOL"' Magie laughs of her own situation

Nichole is obviously upset that Natalya is making her best friend feel this way. "I... I'm not a marriage counselor, obivously, but that just sounds really unhealthy to m--" She cut off by Castor running up to them.

"Uh, Nikki, hey, did you happen to see something different on Twitter recently?" He asks, a bottle of whiskey already in his hands and a huge smile on his face.

"Yes, child. We're talking about it right now. Go get drunk. I'll be with you with my cranberry juice later," Nichole says back, rolling her eyes.

Castor looks over at Erica and smiles. "Eri! Hey! Where's my wife at?" He asks with a laugh.

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"Because he thinks that you and I fooling around together is really hot," Faith says back simply. "Everybody thinks that Japanese girls making out with Suicide Girl wanna-bes is hot. And he's not asking you to prom, sweetie, he's asking you to a threesome. Two totally different things. It'll be fun."

Nichole frowns. "Erica... if you're going to leave just to cry or anything like that, don't. Stay here. Or, here, I'll go with you..." She really didn't want to leave her best friend alone, especially not when Natalya was acting like a child.

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Faith glances over at Nichole. "I can't right now, babe. I'm working," She says, pointing to her boss. "Later tonight. Come by my hotel..." She slips Mariko the extra key card that she always made just in case she met somebody that she wanted to come over. "Room 1410. You can't miss it. It's at the very end of the hallway."

Nichole stands up. "You're a horrible liar, you always have been," She says, hugging Erica. "That's not fair. Stay here. Or come back with me. Don't just go away somewhere to cry. That isn't good."

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"No, she really doesn't... It's less of a lazy thing, and more of a 'I'm famous now, and god dammit, I'm going to act like it' sort of thing. It's kind of adorable how not-famous-acting she is, so I let her have that one act without making fun of her for it." Faith shrugs. "See you tonight."

Acts of Hate show up at the door, letting themselves in to the apartment. "What's the point of parties? There isn't even any metal here!" Neil says, looking around. "Well, Neil, the point of parties is to be social active and to mingle with people," Sam says, nodding wisely as he sips his diet coke. Neil looks back at him in horror. "Well, I'm going to go find some drugs and/or alcohol," Neil replies. The rest of the band agree and split up in search of substance, leaving Sam alone. He shrugs, and starts walking around the apartment, looking for people he knows. "Nichole? Erich? Erica?" he calls out, social anxiety already setting in from being around so many people.

"Erich! My man," Sam says, grinning widely. "This is quite the soiree you've whipped up. I apologize for any damage to your house caused by the band." He holds up his can of diet coke and clinks it against erich's dr. pepper. "Dr. Pepper? that's a big step for you, man. Oh, I got you something!" he says, procuring a bottle of La Grenouille absinthe from the inside of his coat. "I'm not very knowledgeable when it comes to alcohol, but that stuff's supposed to be pretty good."

Decides to make an entrance by kicking the door in. Due to the words box social he has several boxes of wine, and a box filled with mason jars of clear liquid, and for kicks a box marked "human head." He looks like he's smoked several bong hits. How he made it here is also questionable.