Mariko nods to Nina and says, " you're excused. Cute is always an excuse." She grins as Nina scampers off. Mariko pats kai around the chest and shoulders." Damn thing just disappeared. Here,have some vicodin. It will bring pockets back." She gives kai a handful.

Ericas smirk fades.she doesn't want to be the one to hurt faith. So her plans of mentioning what faith already knows,seems too evil. She just shakes her head at kai and turns away.

Noel: Hey, babe, want a drink?
Jenny: Sure, I'm still pretty drunk, but this is my last one.

When Erica turns away, Faith feels like she's turning away from her rather from Kai, so she reaches out and grabs Erica's shoulder. "Hey!" She says, her voice still tinged with drunken happiness, but still forceful. "What's wrong? Why are you acting like that?" She shrugs when she says that they've been pounding down the drinks. "Whatever. It more just looks like you need to catch up!" She winks and laughs.

Faith's eyebrows raise when Erica says that her and Kai have differences. The last that she heard, they were still friends, so she didn't understand why they would be arguing and upset at each other now. She figured that best way to get answers would be the drink with her. "I would love to, Erica," she says, taking Erica's hand. She turns to Kai and says, "I'm gonna go drink some with Erica. I love you!" before taking off towards the bar. "Hi, Dave!" She slurs to the bartender, leaning over the bar. "I have a friend to drink with now. Ten shots - and make it good stuff."

Faith laughs at the money and shakes her head as Dave, the bartender, hesitently takes the money. "Yeah, what a night..." she says back, shaking her head. "Don't tell Kai I said this, but I fucking hate those award shows." The ten glasses are filled up in front of them, and Faith moves five of them towards her. "Okay, on three, we do all five of them as fast as we can. Ready?"

Radio gets up slowly, trying to catch her balance. "Fuck." She saids to herself. She walks slowly across the club. She walks out, heading towards her limo. She gets in and drives off. Inside the car, she textes Rum her address to her house.

Dustyn continues to drum on the bar and begins to tap his feet. It seems like he is just itching to spring up from the bar stool and run around the club for no apparent reason. Dustyn is always hyperactive and energetic without several lines of coke in his system so while under the influence he is extremely restless and full of life. He downs the rest of his vodka, not coming up for air until draining every last drop. Dustyn moves his hand from Dallas' crotch and places it on his own momentarily, adjusting his trousers before tapping on the bar with both hands again. Dustyn has always been highly sexed and has been sexually active since a shockingly young age. He is eighteen years old, lots of hormones are still running wild and he now has a sexy new boyfriend so it's understandable that he has sexual thought a lot of the time. One thing about Dustyn though is that he can actually take no for an answer and would never force himself upon Dallas if he wasn't up for it. He laughs and plays around with his empty glass. "Sorry....it's your fault for being cute though!"