Erich snorts with amusement at the idea of Dustyn calling anyone kid. Erich tosses the flash from hand to hand in thought.the sloshing making quite a racket in the quiet house. "Fuck em." Erich says finally. Probably a far simpler statement than Dustyn had hoped for,but it was the most fitting. "Dustyn,if that's the way your family is...well they don't deserve your concern. They chose their side. If Shay ever had such a thing happen to him. No matter what,you would be behind him. Any sane person would be behind their offspring no matter what. They are less than than human to choose those bastards over you. " Erich says with More than a bit of venom in his voice. He and Erica and very much alike in their desire to help the world,but quick to anger when they are unable to.


Ooc: cut slight short as I'm leaving work and wanted to progress story before I left

"peace and love gets boring,I guess. How does one know they are favoured by an omnipotent being without being able to point to someone that is not?" Erich says while playing with the little chain that connected the flask lid to the flask body. Religion was something Erich had little use for. But not something he minded as long as people used their beliefs for the own selves. If other people weren't affected,more power to them. "Your dad can hop in the bin,as you would say."Erich says with a chuckle. "Probably should have hopped in there a long time ago." Erich says putting the flask back in his pocket. The talk had made him think of his own father. It was a distasteful thought which probably would make good absinthe taste bad. Erich wasnt taking that chance. "It's a shame our fathers never met. They could form a super black hole of assholery and get sucked inside"

Erich plays with Dustyn's hair after he lays on him. The hair was fantastic.it was everything you'd expect Dustyn's hair to feel like. There was no greasy pomade there,that's for sure. " I guess it gives some people... something. But yeah. Scientology is far fetched. But people turning into salt pillars,boats with every animal on them,and virgin births? That is legit." Erich says amused. While Dustyn had reason to be rather bitter about the subject, Erich was more amused by the whole religion thing. As if a being that could create universes would give two shits if you believed in them or not. Much less how you lived your life.

"your god was way hot during that video and time period,dusty. i totally approve" erich grins widely. he had little use for madonna,but she was certainly easy on the eyes at one time. pretty much anytime she wasnt blonde. in spite of his love for dusty,most blonde people didnt sit well with him. "seriously though,people would be assholes if they hold your views against you. i mean,cmon. that isnt something you just get over." erich says while shaking his head."your dad should just give it up. by this point in time,youll only find jesus if you end up in jail or rehab." erich says with a smirk. if there was one thing that irritated him beyond measure it was jesusy ex addicts. switching one addiction for another wasnt a cure. erich laughs when dustyn describes what his dad may have thought of dallas. dallas looked like many things to erich,someone to be feared wasnt up there. if anything,he found dallas even cuter than dustyn. it was the beard and eyes. "so there wasnt any fighting at your brother's wedding? im disappointed. you know how i love a good irish stereotype. its great that dallas was there though. i mean,jeez did NOBODY think about what church it was in?! i dont mean to come between you and blood,but that was an asshole move." erich doubles over in laughter when dustyn mentions the pre wedding escapades. it was a small consolation that such things probably happened around dusty's father. serves him right. "it'd been almost worth it for your dad to walk in while dallas was plowing you like a turnip field!"

"i dig the song. i hope that's acceptable." erich says with a little shrug. there were scarce few madonna songs erich actually liked,but telling dustyn would probably end up with hime being thrown out of the house and someone else becoming the adoptive father. "personally,i think a dustyn blue is a way better christmas birth than some hippie whom republicans seem to have to have re-imagined as some ayn rand hero." erich says distastefully. he disliked a lot of things but ayn rand worshippers ranked pretty high on his list. erich just laughs when dustyn mentions being close to his crotch. it was very hard for erich to see dusty as a sexual being. at least as far as he was concerned. he could certainly see how dusty would be attractive to people. but it really was like a weird father and son relationship. erichs mind just couldnt go there. he simply puts his arm on dustyn's side. the man had a rough day,both physically and emotionally. this felt like barely enough,but it was all erich could really do." you have to do your part to keep small business in the black,what are you? a communist?!" erich says as if the idea of not buying drugs is like blasphemy or something. the only drug he actually purchased was lsd. he couldnt make it himself so he had to outsource that. everything else he grew or crafted himself aboard the duke. he was firmly of the thought that that mind expanding drugs should never be sold for profit.

erich really didnt hear much of what dustyn said other than the word "others". after hearing that particular word erich sort of disregarded the words before and after. he sighs softly,but wanting to do a much larger one. the was so much bullshit in dustyn's life that he maybe could have saved him from but he was simply too late to the ballgame. the feeling of utter helplessness on his part reminded him of his marriage to ada. she had a similar past that involved a family member. but that wasnt erichs story to tell. "feet in the air?!" erich said in surprise. selene was a saint,but during that particular act,he feet were ever in the air. erich thought for a minute about the amount of trust dustyn must have in him to share such a dark bit of his past. erich moves his mouth to the side in thought before sighing and sharing a bit about his own past. "i cant even compare to what happened to you. but i figure you earned the right to know. to make a long story story very short. randy adopted me because i was going to murder my father. he assumed i was gay my entire life,and he..thought that was the worst thing ever. i brought my first girlfriend home,erica, he insulted her. so i shot at him.emptied the cylinder. if i wasnt such a bad shot ..." erich shrugs to finish the sentence. there was a time when erich wasnt the good natured hooligan he was today. as a young man with nothing to lose,he was willing to push it. randy wriggle took him in and directed his negative energy towards creation.

erich gives short snort of laughter when dustyn says he doesnt really know what dallas listens to. "well if he doesnt listen to the harlots,i seriously doubt his punk rock credentials."erich grins,never missing a chance to plug erica's band. but he totally gets where dusty is coming from. he's pretty sure his ex wife found his music far too loud and his current squeeze couldnt name a single atomic war bride song. "so does dallas listen to weekend? now you've piqued my curiosity." erich says thoughtfully. erich occasionally would listen to weekend while driving.it made those lonely miles go a little bit quicker . "i dont think republicans actually like anything. well,anything other than being miserable. its amazing there are any left. who would actually want to fuck one of them?! " erich asks in disgust.obnoxious republicans really drove him up the wall. he'd like to take them and the people who are perpetually offended,put them in a sack,and throw it off a bridge into a river. "even if i had any,i wouldnt give you any." erich laughs. contributing to someone's delinquency was one thing,but doing it when there was a kid in the house was something entirely different. that was further into the territory of bad morals than erich was willing to go. the only thing erich had on him was lsd. it was easy enough to get past customs. erich would offer dustyn some of his absinthe but it was his own recipe. so it had a healthy bit of laudanum mixed in. "though if he goes to school....im sure we could score a little bit of the coke. this place must be crawling with the stuff." erich suggests to dustyn. he would be in town for a few days,so it was possible they could kill a few hours while the kid was at school


it was rather odd talking to dustyn about things of a sexual nature,but here they were. but he lost it when dustyn spoke. "good god,man. i dont think ive EVER went at it so hard i clogged up a woman's period." erich says,thinking he may have a lot of work to do when he gets home. that certainly sounds like something one should aim for...maybe. it sounds like a clogging could be painful after a couple of days. erich sighs and looks around the room in thought.dusty had a point. fathers and sons rarely got along. erich's mother he was indifferent to. her only defining qualities were paranoid about looking strange and rampant alcoholism." im sure shay will be fine with you when hes older. i dont see you being a bastard to him anytime soon.i think thats the key to keeping sons from hating you." erich tells dustyn. there had to be something to it. he got along with most other older males while growing up. erich never mentioned the bit about his father again. even briefly thinking of that night took him places he didt wish to go. "ironically,my dad was a cop. who'd a thunk it,right? erich hess was spawned by a police officer." erich chuckled. the idea always tickled him. plus it was a feather in his cap pulling off illegal things right under the nose of a policeman. erich's father was the sort who would've busted his own son for a tiny bit of weed.

erich considers what dustyn asks. it would be pretty shitty to leave the man on his own here. erich wasnt about being shitty to those he loved,so he nodded in agreement. " of course,dusty. i'll stay over and be ready for physical combat at the drop of a hat. lord knows i need to at least even out my win/loss record in your presence." erich smirks.

"unashamedly liking pop music is punk rock. You gotta be strong to go against the grain like that. Anyone can look all bad ass like a character actor from any prison exploitation film. You must have balls of brass, polished to the nth degree to whip out a weekend record." Erich states with a firm nod. Erich founded a pretty successful punk rock band when he was younger,but left the scene due to all the politics of the punk police saying what people could and couldn't do. "Aww,that's adorable." Erich coos when Dustyn talks about Dallas picking out his voice . It was a sweet story and a reason why Dallas was blessed with erich's approval. Erich found cocaine to be more of a work drug. On tour,he used heavily to keep up with the relentless schedule physical exertion required. Hardly recreational. But he was more than willing to join Dustyn in a bit of it.if anything,his house would be clean as fuck by the time Shay got home from school. "I'm always up for a bit of the smoking.i don't want to develop cataracts,you know." He laughs and straightens his clothes in preparation. "You got any,or do we have to steal out into the night like common criminals? Procuring our needs from the black market?" Erich says,rubbing his hands together. There was certainly a thrill when it came to drug purchases. It made one feel like they were pulling the wool over the squares' eyes.

Erich listens to Dustyn talk about the nether regions of a female and it's operation.he finally just puts his hands on Dusty's shoulders And softly speaks," Dusty,there is some semi correct and some not correct at all statements there. I'm not a licensed gynocologist, I just have a keen interest in the field. So I wouldn't be the best to explain. But I will say, tampons expand. A lot. When wet.i always heard they were invented in ww1 to plug bullet holes,if that gives you a size idea. Unless you're Billy,I doubt anyone wants that,there." Erich explains, holding his fingers in a circle for demonstration. he does run his fingers through his hair,always happy to take a hair compliment.

"True, true. I never understood how people say it's a cycle. It's only a cycle if one allows it to be. How hard is it do the opposite of shitty?" Erich says in amazement. They say you turn into your parents,but Erich had yet to see it. Other than the chemical abuse he shared with his mother. Though he always thought hers was an escape. Erich simply liked enhancing reality. "Well,thanks, Dusty." Erich says rather awkwardly. He really never could take a compliment well." Randy taught me it was never too late to have some sort of father in ones life." Erich says with admiration in his voice. Randy was someone he deeply respected and was influenced by.

Erich hugs Dustyn tightly and kisses him on the forehead. It would take a right evil bastard to not want to protect Dustyn. He ,in spite of his life and life choices,had an innocence to him. He reminded Erich of THE line from the outsiders:stay gold. "Anytime,dust. You want to come back with me to Branson? Granted,an atomic war bride show isn't the most kid friendly place in the world,but we've cut down on almost all the sex backstage since we've went monogamous." Erich offers. In spite of his reputation,he had a work ethic and couldn't cancel shows.

Ooc: I assumed it ended. Erich sleeping over seemed like fitting end.

Between her hectic schedule of not doing anything and avoiding things she should be doing,mariko had a busy day ahead of her.some woman off twitter seemed very interested in old history. she hadnt spoken to tyron or nina in probably over a year,but mariko didnt want to seem rude and deny the woman's request. nina she "knew" as much as anyone would. tyron...well that was something else entirely. she couldnt say she really knew him all that well. but she had quote unquote lived with him in the big brother house. mariko arrived sipping a bottle of water that was mostly just everclear. a wonderful way to get plastered while everyone thinks you're being healthy. to avoid trouble at the door,she guzzles the last of the bottle and tosses it in a trash bin (mariko does NOT litter). mariko is wearing her favorite,very worn dead kennedys shirt and jeans. the shirt was thin and clung to all the right places and the jeans just were sort of there.
she stands on her toes looking for the woman she is supposed to meet,gives a little hop when she recognizes her and quickly scoots over to the table.
"miss danita,i presume?" she greets in an over exaggerated British accent. when mariko is on,she is ON. at least until things start getting personal.

mariko grins and does a little curtsy to danita. "you're probably younger than i am. i just call everyone miss when i dont know them. though sometimes when i do...but i dont think this is that sort of situation." she winks and takes a seat. mariko puts forth a far more debaucherous front than is reality. while,yes she and cara do have an open relationship,she is not calling anyone miss. she nods and smiles before speaking. "oh you're welcome. i do love to help. lord knows i need some good karma." she says with a half smile. this whole situation brought up memories that mariko wasnt exactly the best person in the world. in her mind,there was still some redeeming to be done on her part. "nina? oh no. i havent really spoken to her..probably in my entire time of knowing her." mariko says while spinning a salt shaker in her hands and looking out the window at the passing cars. the way she emphasizes the word really says all that needs to be said. she sighs in memory and turns back to danita. the woman probably wanted to know about recent times,not the feelings mariko had towards her ex. " a long time ago i spoke with her. just real breezy stuff. we've never spoke about what i did to her or her new choices in life." mariko tells danita with a shrug. she didnt want to waste the woman's time,but she felt like she wasnt helping.

"oh!" mariko says sharply upon hearing the gravity of the situation. she instantly sobers up,an impressive feat considering the 20 oz of near pure alcohol running through her system. "oh my god..i read something in culture uncut and it sort of implied tyron was involved. but i never thought..he actually was...you know,involved with that. he seemed...decent when i met with him again." mariko stops spinning the salt shaker and looks to danita. this suddenly became a lot less fun and not how she was expecting this to go. mariko sadly smiles and waves the hand danita isnt touching dismissively. " what happened between us isnt even important. i would like to think we are friends,but i am really afraid i am a dead end as to where she could be. i mean...even when we were together we had very separate lives. i am so sorry,i dont know where she could be." mariko says softly before pursing her lips in anger. "Ano rokudenashi ga kanojo ni nanika o shitanaraba, watashi wa chikau… kare wa kare ga bigguburazāhausu no yuka de shinda koto o nozomudeshou."* mariko states firmly,looking rather intense for the soft features her face has. mentally she takes back the forgiveness she extend to tryon. how dare this situation even be a possibility.







ooc*supposedly translates to:

i swear if that bastard did something to her...he'll wish he had died on the floor of the big brother house.

"oh me too. twitter is so impersonal." mariko nods with agreement. she was starting to get worried for nina. while it didnt work out between them,she wanted the absolute best for nina. inwardly she cursed herself for not pressing harder to anniken about the potential danger nina was in. she knew she should have went with her gut that tyron was an awful,awful person. mariko shook her head at the offer of coffee. "no thanks. i need something stronger after finding this out.i...i dont know what to do or where to look..." mariko tells danita softly. if she wasnt so adept at hiding that she wanted to cry,she would clearly be holding back tears. but instead,it was the emotionless mask she had gotten so skilled at putting on. mariko puts danita's number in her phone and bites her bottom lip angrily. " this is my number. if you hear anything,please tell me. if anniken was still around,i would go to her immediately." mariko tells danita. she wasnt sure,but she liked to think she had some sort of appeal to anniken. mariko wasnt above using sex appeal to get what she wants...or needs.