Tim Strike wandered into the bar area of the casino. Waving to the bartender, he ordered a large scotch on the rocks, and surveyed the scene.

"Quiet night", he thought to himself as he fished his iPod out of his pocket. He pounded down his drink, ordered a beer, and headed to the poker tables. "At least I can make some money tonight".

Jayne decided to make a trip to the dirty bastard. Since dropping her old life as her father's assistant and joining the music industry,she's been trying to assimilate. Erica and Erich had told her the bastard was the place to see and be seen. She walked in,taking in the whole scene. It was seedy,but she was used to seedy. It felt like home. She made her way towards the casino part,Jayne was very lucky and wanted to clean the place out. On her way,she spotted the hair of mark. Being close to Erich Hess,she knew the best hair in the industry.

" oh my god! You're that guy!" She shrieks loudly at mark. She knew what he looked like,but couldn't name him or his band. But she damn side knew he was that guy.

Jayne lights up at that divulging of the name. Once she had the name,she could put it all together. " yes! Mark Talley! I saw you solo and once with blood." Jayne says proudly. She made her rounds to shows,but did not go to a lot of shows. " so to use a cheesy pick up line,what's a mark like you doing in a place like this?" Jayne laughs and sits comfortably away from mark. " water,please" she asks the bartender. Who grumbles at the girl ordering free things.

Jayne grins at the less than rockstarry way mark thanks her for coming to see him and his band.it was funny and completely opposite of his bandmate, Scott. " both were fantastic shows." She says,before drinking her water. She makes a face as it is warm. Jayne is easy going,but she hates non cold beverages. She decides against making a fuss,since its free. Jayne crosses her ankles and lets her door bounce. She wasn't nervous,but she always had energy to spare. " wife and an ex wife? You are a tiger,mark.a tiger!" She giggles and takes another drink. Begrudgingly. " how many months is she? I just adore babies. None of my own yet.knock on....Formica." she grins again and raps her knuckles on the bar. " me? I thought I should get in here and schmooze. Meet some industry folks and all that." She shrugs and looks around the room. " that whole....thing."

"Even the greatest of frontmen fall on their face if the band is lousy. What If Mick jagger had fronted limp bizkit? He would be a nobody." Jayne quips. " solo,you were just fine. Far more....musiciany. " she smiles. She appreciated people who could play and sing. She was not that coordinated. She looks down at her red lipstick smudged glass. She rarely went anywhere without her lips bright red,so it go on everything. " no...water is fine. Got to stay hydrated,right? An ice cube or two would be nice.but I don't want to seem rude." Jayne leans forward,whispering. She was sweet to a fault when it came to asking for things. She looks amazed at the story of mark and his....lady friend? " you guys must really love each other to pull that off. I don't want to see ANY of my ex lovers again. Especially to get impregnated by one! " she laughs loudly,then blushes and adds," not that I have lots of ex lovers! So what are you guys havjng?" She figures asking this will take attention away from her lovers statement. Jayne was many things,but smooth was not one of them." Not much star power? If you weren't so kind,Mr Talley,is think you were fishing for compliments! I'm...starting out in music. Singing. Before last week? I was assisting my father. He works in..um....movies." she laughs a little.

Jayne widens her eyes at marks words about Scott. Her only real expedience with band mechanics came from atomic war bride and the harlots. Both of which got along famously. " nah. One of my friends can't stand the guy. She usually loves everyone,so there must be something there." She says,with a little smile. She didn't like being mean,but she had no problem relaying second hand meanness . She smiles widely and pretends to turn her imaginary hat backwards ala Fred durst. " mark,you mean you don't go rolling rolling rolling?!" She says in faux shock,as If it were unthinkable to dislike that band. " really lucky. You should go hit the casino. Hell hath no fury like a womans scorn...but I think the make up sex must have been great. Baby making sex!" She giggles and shakes her head at the cigarette offer. " thanks,but no. I do not smoke,rarely drink. Totally boring." She laughs and scoots closer, mainly so she doesn't have to yell. " aw,a boy. I think your name would be nice.a Jr,you know." She grins. She took a like to mark. He seemed nice and not like the sort she pictured frequenting here. She laughs at his idea on compliments. She loved that he didn't Think he was the rock God he was considered to be. " I know how you feel. It makes me want to say " umm...ok?" If you are silent,you look rude." She laughs and drinks her water,finishing it. She herself ended up with many compliments directed towards her. She tended to ooze sexiness,in spite of being far more goofy than sexy. " oh its pretty exciting. Eexploitation,horror,porn..dad directs it all. Right now? I sing nothing. But I am looking for ska..ish?"

" i rarely hear the "as well as in the minds of others" add on." she figures mark had his reasons,but didnt want to ask. she could easily be thought to be a reporter trying to get the dirt on marks band,and she didnt want that.jayne smiles and nods a little. "oh she is indeed quite a little champion. luckily doesnt fall into the legend in anyone's mind though. total b list." her smile turns into a grin.she was sure mark had probably at least heard of erica hess. but didnt want to seem like she was name dropping to get a foot inside any door. jayne was a rather independent sort in that way. "even if i never knew anything about you,i could tell you are a good one by your limp bizkit views. speaking of someone who was a legend in his own mind." she laughs and lets her feet touch the floor. "me?! love life? noooo." she says shaking her head fiercely. "its just one of those things that tends to escape me. or goes running from me. you would be surprised how often having a life size tardis in your room makes the boys run away." she laughs at the revealing her rather total dorkdom. if its dr who or cult film,she is all over it. " oh dont worry. no offense taken. i didnt expect this conversation to last long enough,or be interesting enough for my name to come into play. i am jayne wriggle. yes,related to THAT randy wriggle." she says holding out her hand. she didnt expect mark to know who randy wriggle was. but it was always good for conversation,and to get people to think of her after they left. on their free time,she knew they googled randy wriggle. she laughs,putting her hands on her knees at marks reaction to the porn movies. " easy there,tiger! i dont want your pregant wife thinking i knocked you off! oh i always had people wanting to come over and see dad at work. by the time i was old enough to help with ...those films,dad was mostly retired. " she hums a decent porn groove ,while poking her lips out. "leading lady. i jump and thrust about and occasionally sing. think....madness meets katy perry." she says,trying to pigeonhole her sound.

Natasha walks into the bar with a group of her friends, already drunk out of her mind. "Let's do shots!" she yells out, her hands over her head. Her group of friends all cheered in approval as they found a place in the corner of the bar to crowd in. Natasha, who never liked to be too far from the alcohol when she was drinking, heads up to the bar and sits down. "He-hey, bartender man. I want... I want four shots of Aftershock. Right here. Just line them up for me," she says, pulling out her wallet and laying a few dollar bills on the counter. "Thanks, hunny, you're a doll."

Natasha does all four of the shots, one right after the other, and then lets out a squeal of drunken excitement. She was feeling good tonight, and there was nothing in the whole that made her feel more sexy than when guys offered to buy her drinks. So having a cute guy do exactly that was just what Natasha needed to make this night perfect. "Sure, sweetie. If you could get us all a round of..." She looks around at her group. They were all pretty drunk, so it was probably time to lay off the hard liquor. "Beer. That'd be great. Thank you, you're real sweet. I'm Natasha, by the way." She smiles brightly.

Natasha laughs probably harder than she would at that joke if she were sober. "I was say a combination for the last three. It's a girls' night because men suck and we want to have a good time," she says back with a wink. "But you've turned that 'men suck' part of it right around. We weren't expecting to find a nice looking guy to buy us drinks tonight." She grins.