"Wine? But of course." Erica says excitedly. She was always up for some big brother drinking. "Cooking is a difficult skill to master, you know. We have the blooper reel...i may or may not have screwed up baking brownies once. All the sugar basically turned to caramel and it didn't get cakie. I hate caramel so it was even more terrible." Erica cracks up. Baking was not her thing at all. She could use a pre made mix but that was her limit.

"whew,nobody told there was a heat wave coming through today." erica says while dramatically fanning herself as she walks by jerry and steps into the pool.

Erica makes a face as she drinks the screwdriver Jayne just made for her. It was nearly all vodka with a teensy splash of orange juice. "Gaaaagck" Erica exclaims. " you trying to kill me?!"

"Sorry, wine mom." Jayne giggles.

Nichole immediately pours herself a drink without saying anything to Jayne and Erica, drinks all of it, and then makes another one. After drinking about half of the second one, she sighs contently and smiles at the two women. “Good evening, ladies,” she says, winking. “What’re we up to today?”

being elimination day,erica skips through the seemingly deserted house singing, "who can it be now? whoaaa ooooohhh who can it be now?" loudly.

jayne pops up from behind the couch and hurls a pillow at erica. the force knocks erica off her feet in mid skip. the poor woman clatters to the floor.

"what the fuck?! i could have been killed!" erica bellows.

"back and to the left. back and to the left." jayne says in a deep texas drawl.

"erica?" jayne asks while the pair is drinking by the pool.

"yea?" erica replies taking a drink.

"can i ask a serious question?" jayne asks softly.

"oh. of course." erica says,scooting closer.

"erica...what color is your parachute?" jayne asks with loud laugh.


"oh fuck off." erica giggles and shoves jayne into the pool

David just had a relaxing shower, the last days had been very calm for him, he enjoyed the love his man and the relax in the house with others. He wears a red semi open shirt and long jeans with marroon boots, almost looking like hia cowboy Spoon style wise but still with his eccentric touch on it.
He is drying his blonde hair as he gets ready for the night in the bedroom.

He looks up at the camera and speaks as if someone was listening. "I'm totally about to use this hairdryer as a microphone and sing the heck out of me"

Nichole was still drinking from the day before. She had slept hard, periodically only waking up to drink a little more before passing out again. Stumbling drunk, she wanders out into the garden, bottle of vodka in hand, looking for somebody to share in her drinking with her. “Hellooooooooo?” She calls out.

“Marco Rubio!” Nichole calls out drunkenly, taking a step and then needing to stabilize herself before taking another one. She holds her arms out to her side, walking uneasily as she moves towards the bar, holding onto the side of it. “Wait... why are we talking about him?”

Nichole smiles brightly, pleased to see that others in the house were just as drunk as she was. It was eviction night after all. If she was going to go home, she was going to go home numb as fuck. She stumbles over to Jayne and Erica, and collapses down, sitting in Jayne’s lap. “Good afternoon, Miss...” She shrugs, realizing she doesn’t know Jayne’s last name. “Jayne.” She looks around. “Let’s go swimming.”