"Of course I remember Ibiza! I still have the bruises to prove it!" Miki laughs along, not knowing what they were talking about but appreciating how dirty it probably sounded to the receptionist. "Really, I think I could make this my day job. Any time you need me to bail you out, I'm always here. Now accepting Visa." She said, still laughing. "Your number? You mean Chloe didn't send you here from the parking lot to fetch me or something?" Puzzled, Miki began to look around to see if Chloe as anywhere in sight.

"See, now if I run into a vending machine and my bangs magically grow back I can be fully equipped. You're so resourceful, I swear." She carefully puts the coins and friends in her back pocket. Miki gasps in sudden realization. "Nooo, she gave me your number! I mean, I did call back 2 years later, but noo!" Miki said, cracking up. "No no no, you're here now, might as well stay and help me cope with my first real sense of rejection."

"And yet, bangs never grow back when you need them most." Miki says somberly, thinking of all the failed ponytails and uneven bobs she's had to endure throughout her life. "That's so true, I don't know how I lived without speed dial and contacts full of emojis instead of names that reveals people's darkest secret when decoded." Miki says, browsing through her contacts at the moment and nodding in approval of her system. "What should I put for yours?" An evil laugh overtook Mikiand it was weird in every way. "Aw no, she cried? I didn't think she'd cry. That couldn't have gone anywhere even if I wanted it to. Maybe if I was full blown lesbian, but to come out as biseual? You know how it is when a lot of people see that word, it's like "CARRY ON FOLKS, SHE'LL BE BACK WITH ANOTHER MAN IN A FEW MONTHS" painted in big red letters." Miki said sighing but then quickly shrugging it off. "Let her know I'm sorry if you ever get the chance though. An overdue sorry indeed, but I don't need to come across as any more of a bitch." She says with a small laugh.

Miki giggles when Nina mentions the eggplant. "The eggplant is an obvious metaphor for dick. Get with the times, Nina!" She demanded, inputting an unhealthy amount of eggplant emojis in the name of her contact. "I'll have you know they are also a delicious plant...or fruit? Are they fruit? I swear they have seeds. Plus their insides kind of look like what I think the inside of an ovary looks. Packed with small eggs and squishy yellow-y cytoplasm. Cytoplasm isn't the word, but you get what I'm saying right? Anyway, I'll have to take you to Korea one day. Stir-fried eggplant is the best. I get why you guys don't like vegetables here, the only things you guys do to it is pour some attractive sauce over it or boil it." Miki shook her head at the thought of ranch. It looked disgusting and it felt disgusting. "Divorce, that's heavy." She did, not really knowing what to say but remembering reading somewhere that the Nina in front of her just got divorced as well. "Well I don't knoow Nina. You're meeting up with strangers at random places, you're getting into fights with the receptionist. This could very well be your kooky era." Miki says with another giggle. "It's not like I don't want to but I'mjust not allowed.. but fuck them. They took mY PIMP COAT, THEY CAN'T TAKE MY SEXUALITY!!!" Miki turns around and screams back at the building, hoping one of them heard her. She was passionate about that wine-colored rabbit coat or whatever, it really helped her keep warm and made her feel like a true boss. "Okay but if we are going out to go find us some eligible bachelors..." She took a deep breath before saying this. "Can we go find sugar daddies or something? Because I am DONE with guys my age. You would think that since everybody is so sexually active these days they would at least be good at it. But nope, no they aren't. It's horrible, nobody out here knows what they are doing." She shakes her head in 4 years worth of disappointment. It's what everybody knew but no one said outloud.

"Because sexting requires a certain amount of originality and creativity that most of us don't have. Why do you think we have emojis at all?" Miki laughs at herself, realizing for the first time how silly it all sounds out loud. "Ew." She says with another laugh. "I've already been deeply scarred by what you guys apparently do to jars, but purge my innocence Nina." Miki had no idea what a rutabaga was but she imagined it as one of the many unattractive and therefore rejected-by-the-mainstream kind of vegetables. "Getting questionably involved with strangers is my aesthetic right now. Plus, look at you, you're harmless! Even if you kidnapped me right now I would just climb up into your buttchin and volunteer to live in there forever." Miki was rarely ever this happy and cute and at the same time but being around someone who wasn't going to judge her every move or didn't look to her to be their unni had an immediate effect on her. "I'll have you know that jacket was a well earned gift from the sasquatch himself." Miki flipped her hair, giggling. "I refuse to believe there was anything wrong with that coat, it was godly when I first bought it and it still is." You had to respect her confidence in horrible fashion. "See no, that's not how this works. If you don't go scouting too I'll feel like you had this whole thing set up to get your friend laid and I'd end up having to fight off Hannibal the Cannibal or somebody. We smash together or crash together, you knew what this was when you came here." As she said this, Miki waved her fist in the drive of determination. She pauses when Nina offers to be her sugarmama. "Wait waait, that could also work." Laughing, she began to think about it just a little. "I like you, you think outside of the box. What's your credit score?"

"That sounds like a threat. I imagine you're supposed to save the threats until foreplay..but either way, emojis are a great way to go. Imagine if the response was 'I'm not going to fuck you, Miki' I could easily backtrack. Whaaaat noo, me? I was just trying to express that I'm missing my hometown and all three thousand of it's stir fry dishes through a beautiful array of eggplant emojis like whaaaat are you talking about. I'd have to actually be good at lying if I was going to get out your method." Miki was filled with great life advice involving the mind game that is texting. In her mind, if you have a good social life, you're doing something right in general. Miki squealed. "I'm not going to show it to you because that's the kind of trauma no one deserves but picture this: It's just you and your laptop, candles lit lights dimmed. Things have gotten intimate. Kato's nudes have JUST leaked fresh off TMZ and you have prayed in appreciation to the gods but you are a visionary and it's gonna take more than stills to satisfy a go-getter. So you go on the prowl, searching far and lowkey for some adult entertainment. Finally you arrive at the perfect title. 1 man 1 jaw. Sounds like some autofellatio type of shit, whatever you're down, no judgement. You click on the link and wait for the video. Then you realize you misread the title. You are infact watching 1 man 1 JAR. But it's too late to back out now. The damage is done, vaginas have been flicked. You stay and wait for the inevitable. There's a man, here lies a jar, and yes, he sticks it right up his most intimate hole. You are now scarred, you can't turn back you have to watch until the end because now you have to see if it goes all the way in or something bad happens and it never comes out. So you're still watching, hand off the buzzer because you aren't a beast on the mission for pleasure anymore. And the the literal worst happens. The glass jar breaks from the pressure of his anus I guess. Blood spills and the dude is amazingly calm as he picks glass from the inside of his ASS. Does he die? You don't know, you didn't make it to the end. But you're pretty damn sure you're never going to buy another Kato record in your life." (OOC: real thing btw ) Miki cackles at the thought. She doesn't even know how to continue a conversation after such a story. Especially since the remaining topics were growing beards and getting your personal personal space invaded by bigfoot. "I think you're one of the few who could rock a beard because everyone would think it was fake and you'd look extremely adorable in it. And now that you mention it, maybe that was Bigfoot's plan all along! That damn sasquatch, this is why I don't trust people with more hair than me. Shave your pits or move out of the woods, I am a woman with standards." Miki laughs. "Whaaaat, laid laid? I was totally talking about edges, I believe in substantial care for baby hair like whaaat? What kind of girl do you take me for?" After a few cars pass, a taxi finally stops for them. She hops in the cab with Nina. "Aaah, see that was the real test. Spoken like a true tycoon." Miki laughs when Nina stuffs 20 dollars in her pants. "It's official: I'm giving you a lap dance or else." She says with a wink. "You see, you see how that sounds like a threat?"