"Yeah, you're somewhat enigmatic on that front. It's better than the alternative though, right? Being like some product" she smirks, "There's a lot of em' out there." she takes another sip of her drink and sets the glass down on the bar. She laughs a little, "Sh*t gets crazy on there ... I like to avoid it. I don't know how you've managed to keep your sanity in this industry." she smiles.

"Yeah yeah, I'm with you on that one! Quality in moderation, definitely the way to go, I think anyway" she smiles as she finishes up her drink and motions to the barmaid for another. "Besides, technically we're rap ... the genre comes with a sh*t load of prejudgement now." she shrugs and nods in agreement, "Yeah, it's quite the freak show."

Erica walks into the casino. She had gained some of the weight back she had lost and was generally in better spirits. Her forearms wer still a network of healing red lines,but she was ready to carry on with her life. Mariko had came to see Takara,and basically took her as her own. They were out and about,seeing the town. Erica sat at slot machine and put a few tokens in,not winning anything.

Erica nods as a waiter hands her a martini. She flicks the olive out of the glass and takes a slow drink,savoring it. She looks at the fellow sitting next to her. She hated people sitting next to her. But she had loads of bad karma already,and needed to be nice. " working hard or hot enough for ya?" She asks with a grin.

Erica smiles. She loves a person who is polite enough not to call her out on her disjointed greeting. " where I am from it's always this hot,cause of all the sexy people there." She giggles and drinks a little more. She gives a little shrug as he apologized for his father. " he belongs to you,I take it? If everyone won,no casino would be open for longer than a week."

" you are welcome to it. Japan is a hell hole." She says,drinking. It was half hearted,as she did have a newfound appreciation of the country,mainly for her daughters sake." We are famous for our porn." She adds with a giggle. She wipes her hand off before shaking his. There was condensation from the glass on it and she didnt want him thinking it was pee." Well mr Jordan and mr avan,I am Erica." She says,giving a firm handshake. Her father always told her to never trust someone with a loose handshake. " at the whim of your dad? I hope the prostitutes don't swarm him!" She cracks up.

Erica lights up. "Oooh,India. I knew there was a reason you were too pretty for words". Erica grins,she loves to flatter people. As long she feels they will appreciate it. She gives his father a little wave as he passes. She can see Jordan isn't pleased with his fathers actions. " whores and the allure of easy cash...it can really draw a person in." She says softly before shaking her head. " me? Win? Nah. I was just sitting here to avoid the bar. I don't want to over indulge. You care for anything? My treat."

erica smiles. he was a charmer,that was for sure."oh stop." she says,giggling and pushing him playfully. "im probably old enough to be your mother." she adds with a smirk. she takes another drink and motions for another. "no more? shit,you must have partied like mad. was it crazy and wild? how many bras did you collect? did you have to gnaw through plastic cuffs just to get here. tell me everything." she says,excitedly. she was practically standing on the lower part of the stool in her enthusiasm. erica wets her bottom lip and smiles at jordan.. " sir,if i wasnt kinda of taken,my panties would dangling from the ceiling right now."

"well she did a terrific job. mine was sort of old fashioned too.or tried to be until she caught me with a girl in my room. she just shook her head and laughed....then kicked the girl out. she picked her up by the back of the neck like a cat. it was so fucking funny." erica laughs warmly. both at the memory of her own mother and the thought she may have to do the same with her own daughter. "you got sick and only talked to the girl? oh jordan,getting sick after drinking is not the way to the heart of a young girl." she shakes her head firmly. she had been there,it most definitely was not. "who's dentures?! did the naked girl have falsies? and dentures?!" she laughs madly.

"look on the bright side,jordan. being a light weight means you are a cheap date. 2 or 3 beers and you are set! me? it takes irish levels of booze." she grins. in an odd way,she was rather proud of her high tolerance. being as small as she was,it was unexpected and semi unnatural." that is too cool. please tell me you stole the dentures. drunk old bitty shouldnt be leaving them about." she says,working on being a drunk bitty herself. erica shrugs. "yeah, it is nice to be able to sample from both sides of the playground. but man,do i ever hate that double standard. it isnt fair,i could lean over and kiss....i dunno,the woman on the moo moo,and people would be cheering. you try to kiss the man in the bermuda shorts and its a fucking riot." she takes a long drink,thinking about her own parents again. "my parents were cool,they just wanted me happy."