The club is packed, as it always is – after all, it is one of the trendiest clubs in town. The music is loud, the people are good-looking and the drinks are premium – and expensive. It's no wonder why celebrities and New York's elite like to come and play here.

Might be enjoyable if she hadn't done it to me again, of course she did, why did I expect this time to be any different? I'm sitting in one of the booths here at Marquee – alone – and Faith is over near the bar trying to pick up some straight girl. She is absolutely reprehensible, will she give me no dignity at all? This is just a game to her, divide and conquer – or maybe for her it's conquer and divide. Either way, I get screwed, figuratively that is… well, most of the time. I groan… then down the rest of my martini. This is going to be a long night. Perhaps I should just phone the driver and have him come take me home…

"Would you like another drink, Miss?" the waitress asks politely. Hmm… she looks familiar.

"Yes, make it double, please."

"I'll be right back with your order." As she scurries away to retrieve my drink, Faith comes over and plops down next me.

"Hey baby," she smiles, wrapping her right arm around me. Using her left hand, she pulls my legs across her lap.

"Why are you suddenly all cuddle-happy?" She's really not a cuddler.

"Since when do I need a reason to be affectionate with my girl?" I can't help the scoff that escapes me. I peek over her shoulder and see the girl from the night before.

"So you're telling me that Jenna over there has nothing to do with this sudden bout of tenderness?"

"Who's Jenna?" she asks scrunching up her eyebrows. I roll my eyes, God, she has no shame.

"The girl you ditched for yoga?"

"Oh, no baby, not at all," she laughs, "you're my girl, you know that." Yeah, right and pigs can fly.

"Oh, hi Faith," the waitress purrs as she sets down my drink. So I guess that's why she looked familiar. That's not surprising, since Faith's probably screwed half of Manhattan by now and the other half are men. She frowns as she notices our cozy arrangement and briskly walks away.

"Is there anyone in this whole damn city that you haven't cheated on me with?"

"Me? Cheat on you? Don't be ridiculous, sweetie, I'm insulted that you would think such a thing." She's such a smart ass.

"Yeah, 'cause y'know, you put the Faith in faithful, right babe?" I bite back sarcastically.

"Always," she smirks. I simply ignore her and start on my fresh martini. The day Faith and I have a real relationship will be the day hell freezes over and Michael Jackson doesn't like little boys anymore. She's about to go chase that straight girl again when I grab her arm, pulling her back down.

"Faith, I would appreciate some discretion when it comes to your little indiscretions. Everyone who travels in our circle already knows about your petty tryst with that promiscuous Chase girl. We wouldn't want them all to be aware of your affairs with ordinary club trash as well, now would we?"

"No baby, we wouldn't," she smiles. She leans over to give me a fleeting kiss, then bounds away in search of her newest conquest. Great.

"Miss, could I get another martini please?"