Faith laughs a little. The idea of being with Kai wasn't something that she totally hated, but the idea of being commited to one man...? Gross. Gross gross gross. She shakes her head. She crosses her legs and leans over to the coffee table again, picking up the little of of coke that she didn't catch the first time. "Fine, we'll get married. I don't care if you fuck other women, but I have to be your favorite," she says back with a laugh.

Faith giggles and turns to lay down, her head on Kai's lap. "You know you're my favorite cock. Can't get much better than you," she says back with a smile, taking the cigarette out of Kai's hand and taking a long drag on it before handing it back. "You totally get me and... you know, my body..."

Faith giggles and sits back up, grabbing a cigarette out of her own pack on the coffee table and lighting it. She stretches out, showing off her attractive body. "You definitely do something to me that nobody else ever has before. I'm proud to be your fuck buddy," she says back with a wink and a little laugh.

Faith raises her eyebrow. "Lesbian bit-- oh! Mario or whatever..." She says back with a laugh. "Yeah. We had sex in a bar bathroom, much like me and you." She takes a long drag on her cigarette. "I am a sucker for Japanese girls in school uniforms, and damn was she good... The one thing I don't like about fucking around with women is that it's all foreplay with none of the... meat..." Faith grabs at Kai's crotch at the last word, raising her eyebrow. "But maybe if you play nice with her, it'll happen again, and you can watch." She winks.

Faith laughs. "I actually don't remember her name at all. Halfway through us messing around together, I asked her, and she told me her name didn't matter, so I just never took the time to learn it," She says back, blushing a little. She was a bit of a slut, but she hated being a bitch to people who didn't deserve it. "There's something dirty and primitive about in a bar bathroom, don't you think? Of course, it wasn't as great as ours... Nothing would be as great as ours..." She kisses him, nibbling on his lower lip just a little. "You want a threesome with the fat little plumber? Aren't you quite the adventurer."

Faith laughs and calms down, the red in her cheeks going away, a little embarrassed that Kai had to see her blush. "Looks like you have a little competition, Kai, baby... Seems like the Japanese girl can make me red just as much as you can," She winks at him. "I honestly don't think my actual bed has been used for sex in a weeks. It's always been bathrooms or the couch or... the table..." She laughs and looks over at her wooden table by the door, wondering how it didn't break with all the stress they put on it. She turns back to Kai and smiles, tensing up a little when he strokes her hair. It felt wonderful, but it also felt a little... realitionship-y... Faith writes it off as it all being in her head, as it very well could be, and moves more into his hand. "Of course I could set it up," Faith says back as if it were obvious that Mariko would come back for more. "Just tell me the time and the place, baby."

Natalya was feeling awful for the way she had spoken to Erica earlier in the day on Twitter, and despite trying to call her, she hadn't had the chance to speak to her or apologise yet. As a result, she was now doing the one thing that could ever make her feel even a little better about herself - shopping. She was in the clothing store looking through the tiny tshirts she would normally wear. She couldn't wear them at the moment, because they would never fit over her pregnancy bump, but just imagining herself in some of the hot clothing would help to make her feel a little better. She keeps checking her phone over and over, disappointed to see that there are no messages from Erica, and she sighs loudly.

As Natalya continues to look at the dresses, now sad at the tweets she had received from Erica, she barely pays attention when someone suddenly runs into her. "Chto, chert voz'mi . Posmotrite, gde vy sobirayetes," she yells out in Russian. Being sad always made her lash out at people, and she scowls at Vara, before she manages to reign it back in, realising it's not Vara she is mad at, but her own stupid behaviour. "No...it is ok," she says quietly, sounding almost defeated. "You should not worry about it. I am ok, really." She quietly goes back to looking at the tshirts, feeling really self conscious and weak for some reason.

Natalya looks at the girl again when she picks up the tshirt. She wasn't used to someone trying to be nice like this, so she was confused and really didn't know how to react. She half considers blowing the rape whistle in her bag and running away simply to escape the awkward atmosphere. "Ummm....it is ok. Please. I do not need this shirt. I was just looking, you know?" She shrugs and looks at the door, as if making sure her escape route is clear.

Natalya feels like she has offended the girl just then, and she sighs, narrowing her eyes at her. She felt she had to explain to her. "I am sorry....I just...I don't like feeling like I owe people something." She sighs. "And the answer is slutty. You have to want them to want you....but know there is nothing they could ever do to have you," she says in a very matter of fact tone.