Faith grins and shrugs. "All the greatest were 'too cool for school'," she says with a laugh, knowing how lame she sounded just saying that.

Sara looks up at Koda and smiles back. "Yeah, definitely. High school was like a bad soap opera. Now in my twenties, I feel like my happiness doesn't completely depend on if the cute guy in chemistry looked at me today or not." She giggles.

"Yeah. And unlike in soap operas, now if you kill somebody, they stay dead. Right, Beau?" Faith adds with a wink.

Faith and Sara both down their shots and both of them react in different degrees of disgust - Sara's much more prominent than Faith's. Faith drinks the rest of her vodka as a chaser and then sighs. "Good stuff, good stuff. That's some top-shelf tequila right there. Beau needs to get his pallet straight." She sticks her tongue out at him. "Oh, shit, yeah, I'll join you," Faith says, grabbing her own pack of cigarettes out of her purse.

Faith laughs and sings, "Greased lightning, woah, greased lightning!" in her off-tune voice. She wasn't a singer by any definition of the word, unless you count her horrible renditions of songs in her shower, and at karaoke bars. But the drunker she got, the more she thought that she sounded like Whitney Houston, and would go after it with that amount of passion.

Sara laughs with Koda, shaking her head. "Nope, he knows that I already have a date to the dance now - my bad ass rockstar boyfriend," she says back with a grin, giving him a little peck on the cheek.

"Oh, it's fucking on," Faith says back to Beau with a smile, taking a cigarette out of her pack before she walks outside and placing it between her fingers. "I love me some rum. We can do flaming zombies all night long." She sticks her tongue out and gives Beau her best 'bring it on' face before heading outside with Cara.

Faith jokingly flips off Koda for making fun of her singing before disappearing outside.

"Oh, yay! House hunting!" Sara says excitedly. "That sounds amazing." She was happy that they were all local. She knew that she didn't want to leave California yet, even if it meant getting to live with Koda. She had become very attached to the state since she moved here a few years ago. Sara turns to Beau and smiles. She weighs the two opponents when Beau asks if she has faith in him. On one hand, Beau seemed extremely confident in his ability to take on Faith; but on the other hand, Sara had known Faith since Faith broke up with her husband, and knew that Faith could drink like a fish. "Man, I don't know. It's kind of a toss-up. I'll say I have faith in you, only because saying that I have faith in Faith sounds redundant." She giggles.

"Yeah, they're cute," Faith agrees as she lights her cigarette, using the arm that wasn't holding the cigarette to wrap around her body, feeling stupid that she hadn't grabbed a coat before she came outside. "Cara, babe, we're going to fucking murder at this label. We're gonna be the mother-effin' dream team." Half of this was the alcohol talking, but the other half was the pure excitement Faith had over this new adventure that she was about to embark on. "So what're the details of the job? What am I going to be doing exactly?"

Sara and Koda were definitely on the same page. Sara wasn't a huge fan of the large, sprawling houses that other celebrity types might be into. She had lived in her one bedroom house for years, and she loved it there. If they could find a house like her's - but that was all their's - then she was be in the heaven. "I'll just quietly cheer for both of you," Sara says back with a laugh, staring at the drinks as they're put down in front of Beau and the empty chair that is Faith's. She cringed a little, knowing that she could never handle drinks like that. She wasn't much of a drinker, although she really tried to be.

"Damn, that sounds fun. Yeah, definitely, we can rock this bitch," Faith smiles widely, taking a long drag of her cigarette. Since her divorce, she hadn't been out doing much, so this night - plus this job offer - were the highlights of the past few months for her. She enjoyed her previous job of working for Nichole Shade from Vile Hour - plus running her own company, acting as PR for most of her clients - but it was time to put that to bed and move on to something new. Something challenging and exciting. "Sooo... what's the deal with Beau in there? Is he seeing somebody?" she asks. Beau was cute - not that she was really looking for somebody to date. Faith just didn't feel comfortable flirting with a guy who might already have a girlfriend, so she had been keeping it pretty mild (or at least mild for her) with him.

Sara giggles and shrugs. "I like both of you guys," she tells Beau. "I'm sure you'll both... do your best at drinking those monster drinks." She laughs again, finishing her martini.

Faith still had a bit of self-control, but if she didn't, she'd probably scream with the excitement she felt. Instead, she danced from foot-to-foot, jumping back and forth while she smoked - which wasn't very easy - as she did. "Into him? No. I mean, he's just cute, and I don't want to be flirting with him unless he's single." She normally wouldn't have minded if he were dating somebody or not before her divorce, but now she knew what it was like to be on the other side of that, and she hated it. "What about you? You must have a boyfriend or girlfriend or consistent sex slave?"

"Fuck, man, I know, consciences fucking suck," Faith says back very seriously. It was something she had noticed in herself. A year ago, she wouldn't have given the whole situation a second thought, but now she felt like she needed to for the sake of other people. It sucked, but it felt good to feel human again. She nods and laughs a little at Cara's explanation of her current love life. Faith understood exactly, that's how she had been getting through as well. "Doesn't it, though? Get a cute guy with tattoos, piercings, maybe a beard... and then just keep him tied to your bed for a few days. Why can't the world be like that?" She finishes her cigarette and drops it onto the pavement, stomping it out with the bottom of her boot. "Yeah, sure... Hold on. Let me get back into my drinking headspace..." She takes in a deep breath. "Alright! Let's go!"

Faith glances over at Cara when she says that it's good to just feel numb. Faith had always assumed that she drank a lot because she liked having fun, but Cara might be on to something there. Faith had always been pretty good at hiding her emotions - maybe she has been using alcohol to numb them as well. But before she fell too deeply into that rabbit hole of depressing thought, she snapped out of it, giggling and following Cara back inside. "Alright, let's do this bitch!" she says, eyeing the drinks on the table. She slides back into her seat across from Beau and grins. "Alright..." She takes her drink into her hand and links arms across the table from Beau. "On three, okay? One... two... THREE!" She immediately starts pouring the drink back, trying to be the first one to finish.

Faith slams her glass down on the table and lets out a "blehhhh" sound before speaking, sticking out her tongue. "Oh my god, why would you make me do that?" she asks with a laugh, rolling her tongue around her mouth, trying to get rid of the lingering taste of rum. "Good game, man. We're both losers this time." She winks before catching one of the waiter's attention. "Hey, can I get a glass of Sprite, and then another three shots of Jameson. Thanks, you're a doll." She turns back to the group. "Watch my shit. I'm going to the bathroom." She stands up and leaves the group, heading towards the back of the bar.

Sara claps her hands for both the contestants, grinning. "Well, that was exciting," she says. "I don't really know who won, but it looks like both of you... drank without throwing up. Unless that's what Faith is doing right now. So I'd say all worked out there."

Faith laughs and shakes her head. "My entire marriage, I don't think I ever drank anything that wasn't alcoholic. My liver cries itself to sleep every night. This alcohol is, like, nothing to me," she says with a wink and a giggle as she leaves the table, walking towards the bathroom. "No promises!" she calls back when he tells her not to throw up in the bathroom.

"I don't think I could ever drink something like that," Sara admits, laughing. "Even those shots were too gross tasting for me. I hate when I can taste the alcohol. I need something to cover it up with." She pulls a little cherry out of her martini and smiles as she puts it into her mouth. After a few seconds, she pulls the stem back out, revealing that she had tied it in a knot. "Ta da!"

Sara giggles at Beau and Cara and nods. "I've only thrown up from drinking... three times. I'm just not much of a drinker. Well, I like to drink - I'm just not much of a "get drunk-er."" She shrugs and giggles at her own metaphor before putting the cherry stem inside her own empty glass and setting it away from her. "Aww, thanks. One of my friends taught me how to do that in middle school. Never forgot."

Faith comes back from the bathroom, sitting down. She hadn't thrown up, but she felt like she needed to, which is why she felt like she should continue to drink. "Oh, perfect!" she says as the waiter comes by with her drinks. She takes a couple sips of the Sprite before pounding back one of the shots. Faith smiles at the group she's with, spotting the cherry stem. "Which one of you is awesome at giving head?" she asks, pointing to it.