Nichole looks at Erica's chest and giggles a bit. She liked Erica's small boobs. If she had boobs as big or bigger than her's, then Nichole might get a little jealous. Plus, it would make hugging and cuddling really awkward - they would be, like, a foot apart from each other. She laughs as she looks down into the water, watching her cigarette butt float a little and then slowly start to sink into the ocean. "I bet Indian Ariel is the type to smoke the butts of other people's cigarettes when she's in a fix. I'm doing her a fucking favor," Nichole says back with a grin, imagining a mermaid down on her luck, hanging out with Indian Flounder. She smiles even brighter when feels Erica jump at her touch. It was good to know that she still had that effect over her. After the pregnancy, Nichole had become convinced that the reason why Sam left her was because she wasn't pretty anymore, but Erica had dissipated those fears almost instantly. She was still hot, in her own Nichole sort of way. "Not at the same time? You're no fun," she says with a grin, kissing her again.

"Oh, good lord," Nichole says, her hand over her mouth when she thinks about the idea of opening a strip club called The Krusty Krab. "We should open a strip club and call it that. Nobody would come, but at least we could say that we are strip club owners. Our night lineup would be like most strip club's Tuesday afternoon lineup." She giggles, but seriously contemplates the legitimacy of two celebrities opening up a strip club together. It's not like it would surprise anybody if they did. She smirks when Erica protests that she's fun. Honestly, Erica was one of the most fun people she'd ever met, but she liked to tease her. "Sure, sure, you're fun," she says sarcastically. "I guess people that aren't into getting peed on are fun." Nichole wasn't into anything like that at all, she just liked messing with Erica. "What? You don't like eating while you're pooping either? That's it. I don't know if this whole 'more than friends with benefits' thing is going to work out anymore. How am I supposed to date somebody who doesn't understand the sublime happiness that is eating frozen yogurt while shitting?" Nichole laughs, but gags a little. Even she had to find that mental image a little disgusting, and she was the one that conjured it. Erica's sudden movement to put Nichole's hands on her chest surprises Nichole, but it's not an unwelcomed one. She bites Erica's bottom lip softly as they kiss, missing that taste that she had always loved.

As one of Honor's rituals while she was writing any type of blog or review, she was blaring music in her ears from her headphones. She was young so why not screw up her eardrums early? As she was nodding her head and singing, loudly, she tapped away at her keyboard at what seemed like 90 words a minute. It was a nice day outside but she was far too busy working to go out and enjoy it. It was one of the downsides to being a blogger sometimes. At least she had her music to keep her company. "It's going down, I'm yelling timberrrrrrrr!" Although the song was quite annoying to her it was still so damn catchy to her and she couldn't resist singing. For the record, she was not a very good singer either.

As soon as Honor finished, she took off her headphones and stretched a little. Now she was starving after all her hard work. She walked downstairs, her stomach growling, Honor held her hand over it. "Well thats not cute." She smirked as she heard it again then saw Alec. "Hey, finally out of your study now?"

"Nah, I have to go back and lay down some more tracks." Honor smirks at him and then hugs him from behind. Every since their trip to Australia, Alec seemed more relaxed than ever and she loved it. He was doing his teaching now so he would spend lots of tine preparing but he seemed happy about it so, so was she. "What's on the menu today?"

Honor laughed softly. "Chinese or pizza?" She kisses his cheek then heads to grab the phone so teu ciuld order out. Since she was practically at home most of the time now, she had settled into the somewhat homebody position. It didn't mean she didn't still go out when she had the chance even if it meant without Alec. It was just part of her life and to give that up would probably kill her. Modeling had calmed down a little and she wouldn't be leaving for her next job until next month so she was pretty much in one month for the time being. She wasn't too happy about that.

"That sounds great right about now." She places the order for both of them using the home phone, she ordered herself some brown rice with mixed vegetables and shrimp as well as a side of sushi. For Alec, she happened to know one of his favorite dishes was chicken fried rice. Once she was finished, she walked back over to him in the kitchen, "20 minutes. So, how's school and teaching? Any kids giving you lip?" She grabbed herself a glass and poured some water into it.

"Cool. That way when I come up there and raise hell, they won't be surprised." Honor watched him pour wine for the both of them as she finished her glass of water. The pair seemed to know each other well when it came to food, drinks, practically anything. It was bittersweet for her. She love someone was paying attention to her but she didn't want to be that predictable. "Maybe if you came in their one day with a half opened shirt, the girls would start trying to stay after. I know I would." She winked at him.

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"Eh...I never really had a thing for classrooms and teaching. Besides, I'm sure I'd be a distraction to myself and them." Honor took a sip of wine and walked over to the couch. She let out a small sigh. "No thanks." She shook her head. It was actually astounding to her she hadn't smoked in months now. It wasn't like she hadn't craved or wanted them but she was too stubborn to admit defeat and give in. "Those things kill."

"Always." Honor smirks at him. "I just finished one and I'm working on a blog now. This is my official break." She pulls herself closer to Alec and looks down at her feet. They were dangling a little off the couch and she was breathing softly. It was her way of relaxing, just watching and noticing the little things.