Nichole runs over and kisses her husband quickly. "Hey, darling. I need to talk to Erica, but I'll be right back, okay?" She tells him before running out to the balcony with Erica. "Okay, baby. Tell me what's up."

Erich cheers as the door impressively flies off its hinge. Universal had a scratch and dent sale,and he knew one day that break away door would make itself useful " macdougal you old so and so...you know box wine can have mold in it. I hope you haven't been drinking that!" Erich,who already sounds fatherly quips.

Erich puts the bottle in the oven. Nobody would look there for booze. " well...it just seemed like the right time. I'm not dead yet,so debauchery will still continue aplenty after the birth." He shrugs. "You know,what happens on the road,stops at the front door and all that." He grins,rather pleased with his work...even if all it was sex.

Erich smiles. " what can i say? Everyone wants to be like sam." He laughs merrily. " seriously,seeing you and nichole really made me consider...and a few hints from ada." Erich looks out at erica and sams wife. " always. I think natalya was mad erica came."

Erica leans on the balcony and freely starts crying." When she does this shit,it makes me think she doubts my feelings for her. Why else would she drop any reference to me in her username? I know its silly,but when she does that,i see it as her saying she hates me...it pisses me off soooo much." Ericas tears go from sad ones to angry ones. " sometimes i just want to leave her!" Erica clenches her fists

Johnny shrugs and dumps his box of various flavors of home made liquor on to the nearest table. The boxed marked "human head" is a clever ruse. A rather realistic human head of course that he had hid contraband in. Marijuana and mushrooms mostly. He figured no one would dare inspect a box that claimed to have an actual human head in it. When you had friends in the schlock horror business. Fake heads were easy to get. He pulled out a jar and began to drink slow sips. He'd laced it with some extract out of the mushrooms he'd brought. Hooray for psychedelic liquor. "You said box social. You didn't specify the type of boxes. So I figured I should included boxed wine. Merlot and Chianti in a box? Can it get any more convenient? I brought liquor and drugs too. Check the head. It'll get a little bloody and squishy though. It's like a really morbid pinata."

"Things are quiet. Not weird quiet though. Comfortable quiet. I took myself out of the music game for a while because I was pretty content. Having a steady woman around will do that to you. But old habits die hard. I find myself writing again and wanting to get on the road. Mr. Hennessy is more of a road addict than I am and he calls me at least once a month to hound me to get on the bus. Can't run from it forever so I'm getting back in the saddle pretty soon. Taking the gang with me. Looking to collaborate on a record with people. Things are starting to stir up a bit. You'll have to stop on by soon. I plan on having a little party myself here soon. Labor Day Jam and anybody that can play is invited. My Uncle Clyde sends his regards and wanted to mail you some deer jerky and a viet cong helmet from his time in Nam. He likes you. Consider yourself lucky. He doesn't like too many people."

Johnny shrugged and took a sip of his jar as he nodded at him. Clapping him on the shoulder at his statement of swearing off the good stuff.

"This moonshine has a little mushroom extract in it for a trip. I'm sad I got nobody to share with now. I'd peer pressure you. But seeing as you're kind of on the wagon I won't force it. Just be glad Hen isn't here. He'd make you. I'm surprised he hasn't dropped over from a pickled liver. The man's a musical genius, smarter than most people I know, but he drinks like a fish and parties harder that 5 mortal men."

"i hear you on the steady woman part." erich grins. ever since ada,he knew he has calmed somewhat,but he calls it "gaining perspective." "oh im going to be on the no venues tour soon. im a staple on that motherfucker.maybe i can hold onto some of that stuff until then?" erich asks slyly. "i think clyde scared the pants off ada! i am pretty sure she still has nightmares about that time. clyde is a cool cat,and a helmet full of jerky would be the best!" erich chuckles " i havent given up the life yet,just taking a little breather. like when you stop smoking weed for awhile? and even the nasty seedy stuff seems killer? thats the bonus of all this."


erica nods slowly. "thanks,coleykins. i dont know what i would do without you....though are you sure you want me there? there is the um....worst case scenario when she finds out who i am staying with. what if she hits the roof and hates you all over again? i dont want that. at all." erica closes her eyes and lays her head on nichole's shoulder. "ive been terrible with visits,huh?" she says with a hint of guilt.

erica notices when nichole stops laughing.she squeezes her again. "its ok,nichole. how much shit has defending her caused between you and i?" erica says,very bitterly.more than she intends. erica tears up again when nichole mentions the complete drinking game. "oh,coleykins! you are so sweet in a way only you can be....though you better be not drunk when you are with sam,now!" she teases and glances at nichole's belly. being with nichole made everything better,almost instantly. a lot of times she said the things erica thought,but never would admit to thinking about her marriage. "i wanted a picture with my three favorite pregnant women." erica says,sitting on one of the wrought iron chairs."it would have been cute for us all to look back on."

erica shakes her head. she remembers the time nichole smoked that cigarette. they were fighting either about natalya,or the time she mentioned sam and her. erica doesnt remember,but she remembers them both being furious with one another. "good.i knew you were a good girl,but i had to check.i imagine having sam around makes avoiding it all much easier,huh?.until tonight,i hadnt had a drink since we became pregnant." erica says,almost coldy,as if "We" was a foreign concept to her. erica sniffles once more. "ok,lets cheer up.those babies are almost ready. i dont want them coming out thinking their aunt is nuts...they have a few years before they should see that." erica giggles.

"No Venues, huh? You mind if I join you for that one? Be a good way to get my feet wet again and well I've been asked to do No Venues before. Scheduling conflicts kept me from doing it. But can't think of anybody better I'd wanna do it with. But be sure to stop by sooner than later. We all miss you down there. Like to have you on the new album hopefully. Anyway I'll stick around for a while and enjoy my drink. Tell Ada I said hello because I doubt I'll see her. If I get too inebriated to drive mind if I crash here?"

Johnny sank down on the couch and smiled at Erich. He took a drink of shine and started to space out a little. Obviously enjoying the mix of bright colors mixed with the warmth of a good and tolerable buzz. Sadly he forgot his guitar, he frowned slightly, but took another sip and stretched out a bit. The city made him uneasy. But being close to friends made him forget about all that.

"She's so sweet?! Erica, she is purposely trying to hurt you because she's selfish, and when she was done hurting you, she changed her Twitter name back and started acting all sweet again! Why? Because she's manipulative! Because she's childish! Because she's insane! That's the only explanation I can find! There's no mentally sane reason to act like this!" Nichole rants. She sits down on the iron bench on the balcony and sighs. "If she leaves you over the fact that she was being a bitch and had to suffer the consequences of it, then she never actually loved you. If she does that, she was just using you for whatever sick thrill she gets out of making you sad and worried. That's just a fact."