Dustyn is seen as soft and sensitive to the general public because of his cute boyishness and short stature but he very rarely cries or has emotional breakdowns. For everything he's been through, he's a pretty tough cookie who doesn't get enough credit. He's not about to burst into tears now. He sniffles and collects himself. "I know I shouldn't have to but...that's just Billy...how he gets his kicks." Although he shouldn't be making excuses for his friend, everyone knows that this is nothing new and not a planned personal attack on Dustyn. Billy has always been a little twisted. He's like a cat toying with a mouse, he always sees how far he can go before finally going in for the kill. All the remarks, jibes, the sweatpants pulling - he was teasing and getting kicks. "Um...can you give me a minute?" he says, pulling the handle to his room. "Just need to sort myself out." Dustyn says with a faint smile. He needs to take a step away. Something about tonight is really eating at him on a personal level. It's more than just not being in the mood for joking. Whether it was the unwanted removal of clothing or the remarks about his past, something really struck a chord.

Billy stands up and stumbles towards the doorway, getting closer to Erich and Dustyn. Again, he's the one who feels like the victim. Billy gets very defensive and never backs down. It can be a good quality but more times than not, it lands him in more trouble. If there's a hard way of doing something, Billy will definitely find it. He just can't shut his mouth. "Don't fucking tell me what to do, man." Billy is, on some level, jealous of Erich and his presence. He's used to being the one on Dustyn's side and his bestie. With Erich here and the sudden rift, Billy feels like he's being shoved to the side and that Erich has higher priority. "Don't know w-what the big fucking deal is...just having a laugh...dickhead..."

Dustyn just needs some time alone to collect himself. A few minutes at the most. He is just feeling pretty overwhelmed by everything happening all at once and needs to take a step back. "I'll be back with you in a bit. I'm just going to change into my pj's and have a little moment to myself. We can start again tomorrow." Dustyn smiles softly before entering his room. He knows it's not fair to leave Erich alone with Billy but he needs a little time to himself. If Erich came into the room, Billy would inevitably follow to be nosy and end up exacerbating everything.

Billy scoffs and folds his arms, totally bewildered by Erich's statement. Not acting properly? In his mind, he's just joking around with friends. If that's a crime then God help the state of the world. "Seriously? I...I'm just fucking joking. Not my fault that you two have suddenly had some fucking sense of humour bypass or some shit. You two are always up for a laugh but nooooo, not tonight. It's all about PAINT. Better get all the PAINTING done! That's all I've got out of him all day. Like Extreme Makeover: Home Edition on coke...and he hasn't had any today!" Billy isn't stopping for breath and his rants are lasting longer. He is clearly growing more and more worked up. When Erich asks if he'd want to be reminded of his mistakes, he just chuckles and inches forward, "I don't make mistakes...fuck you saying?". Billy isn't even trying to put up a front. He genuinely BELIEVES that he's always in the right and that is what makes him terrifying. Yes, it's sad in a way as he does have legitimate behavioural and mental issues but it also makes him a very irritating and scary opponent. He believes his words and actions are always right and he'll do whatever he can to prove his point.

"Insulting? It isn't far off the truth. Sound of a zipper and he'd bend over. Jesus, only three days after we first met he let me get up inside him. Raw. He'd take it where he could get it. Fact, not insult." Billy is purposely using more graphic terms and images to get under Erich's skin now. It's less of an insult to Dustyn and more a way of provoking Erich. In doing so, however, Billy doesn't paint a good picture of himself. Three days after meeting him, Dustyn was still in school and 15 years old. Billy really is slimy. He continues edging closer to Erich, nudging him every so often, trying to back him up into a corner. Billy's face is very intimidating. He doesn't have an angry expression. In fact, it's pretty blank. He's just staring, totally stone cold with no flicker of emotion in his eyes. There's absolutely nothing there, making him extremely ruthless. "Andr-..." Billy has no time to respond to the Andrea quip as he's elbowed in the face. There is a loud cracking noise and he stumbles backwards, holding his face. "SHIT!" he exclaims, cupping his nose for a moment before moving his hands away from his face. The middle of Billy's face is smeared with blood and the bridge of his nose now has a slight squint in it. Erich has bust it. "WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!?!?!". Being drunk and underestimating Erich, Billy is seriously taken aback by the blow he's been dealt. Cracking Billy's nose is a thing millions dream of doing.

Billy is psychopathic. He may be functioning by holding down a job and being one of the most famous faces in the world but that doesn't shake the fact that he has severe mental health issues. Not that it excuses any of his behaviour as he's an adult and should be held responsible for his own decisions but it's well known that he is on meds for this...but he's been drinking HEAVILY tonight. Alcohol and prescription drugs are not a good combination. It could be what's knocked him so loopy tonight. He's still an asshole though, regardless. It takes him a moment to collect himself after being knocked silly and having his nose burst. Erich really gave it a good thump. "YOU FUCKING CUNT!!" he yells after getting his bearings. In full-on rage, Billy grabs a candlestick and comes charging towards Erich. He swings it ferociously, battering his opponent right on the shoulder with it. Billy would never go for the skull right away, that'd be too quick. "You ever fucking try that again...!" he screams, continuously whacking Erich's arm. Billy doesn't care about a fair fight. He just wants to win.

Luckily, the lunacy of Billy's voice alerts Dustyn, who comes running out of the bedroom in his pj's. "OH MY GOD!!" he gasps, totally horrified at the sight. He leaves them alone for five minutes. They're both fighting in his hallway, a deadly weapon is involved and Billy's nose is fucking snapped. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? BILLY, STOP!!" Dustyn actually sounds rather threatening when yelling. His melodic, cheery typical Irishman accent is replaced by a rather deep, testosterone fuelled bellow. Dustyn manages to grab the opposite end of the candlestick and intervenes. However, judging by the look in Billy's eyes, he's not happy with this and now he's pulling Dustyn around the hallway as they play tug of war with the weapon. "BILLY...CALM THE FUCK DOWN!!". Watching little Dustyn and psycho Billy become heated while there's a big, heavy candlestick in the middle is frightening to watch. Things could become gruesome if the wrong person wins control of it.

Billy doesn't even flinch when the paintbrush is jabbed into him, he's THAT out of it and enraged. It's just attack, attack, attack. A red mist has come down and the man has completely snapped. Erich has obviously heard all of the stories but up until now, that is all they have been - stories. Now it's clear to see why he is so feared and infamous among people in the industry. Then you start thinking about what Andrea must have endured actually being married to him and spending more or less 24/7 in his company. Billy is evil and what makes it worse is that he has money and power. He could redecorate the house literally with Erich and have it look like an accident. While they're brawling, one of Dustyn's cats frantically runs through the hallway and into another room to hide, frightened by all the noise. "You should've fucking stayed at home but you had to cause...PROBLEMS!" he spits with a huge swing of the candlestick, clocking Erich right in the same spot on the shoulder. Billy is cruelly trying to hurt Erich piece by piece so that by the "end", he'll be in pain all over.

Dustyn can definitely put up a fight but he can only hold on for so long. He's petite and doesn't have the same stamina as a crazy. It's a hard situation because he knows that the harder he fights, the more it's going to work Billy up and he'll see it as an act of aggression but if he eases up, Billy will be on the loose with the weapon and he can't have that. Dustyn is thankful that Erich joined in. "Billy, please! Let it go...let's talk about this! You're scaring me!!". Dustyn tries to use his relationship with Billy to break through to him but it doesn't work.
Now with two people trying to take the candlestick from him, he's really angered. "YOU FUCKING WANT IT THAT BAD?!" he yells to Erich. "HAVE IT!" Instead of pulling away, Billy leans in with the candlestick as the others pull it towards them. This brings Billy zooming forward, headbutting Erich and knocking him out cold.

After the frenzied attack, the house has fallen silent. Erich wasn't the only one to black out. Mentally, Billy had done the same. As he suffers from a personality disorder alongside an amalgamation of other behavioural and mental health issues, he can literally lose control of his mind. His body acts but his memory is blank. He remembers growing all heated up and then the aftermath, nothing in between, which is exactly the case right now. It's extremely scary. Billy is sat in the hallway, tucking his knees up to his chest and cradling himself while rocking back and forth, sobbing quietly. He isn't completely "himself" right now as he's experiencing the emotional comedown of his rage and is still being control by strong emotions but at least he's no longer a threat. Billy looks at Erich who he has knocked out and then into Dustyn's bedroom via a gap in the door before crying again. His hands are covered in blood and while he can't remember doing anything, he knows it's not his. The house is deadly silent aside from Billy's sobs. "I didn't mean it...I...I didn't..y-y-you didn't mean it..." he whimpers to himself quietly, still hunched and rocking away in the corner all covered in blood, looking like a scene lifted straight from a horror movie.

Billy doesn't even notice Erich regaining consciousness at first. He's too busy cradling himself and sobbing. Although it's his fault, being the one who started this and the person who caused the most violence, this is a pretty scary and upsetting situation for Billy. He totally blanked out and cannot remember a thing. He's just left to deal with the aftermath. Aside from all the blood, Billy looks so frightened and timid, all huddled up with his poor busted nose. It's a hard thing, separating the man from his illness. Right now it's clear that he's a totally different person from the one earlier. When does Billy's personality and control stop and his mental health issues begin? How can you point the finger when he's in a state like this? Billy hears Erich get to his feet. "I...I didn't mean it..." he says yet again, looking up at Erich from the bottom of the hallway. It must be quite a sight seeing him sat there with blood all over his hands.

Billy doesn't even flinch when Erich smashes the vase and then proceeds towards him. He stays sat in the same, totally out of it and praying that this is all just some scarily realistic nightmare he's having. He's totally defeated and has other things on his mind. When Erich asks him where Dustyn is, he wells up again which is not a good sign. "I...I didn't..." is all he can sheepishly say as he sobs and rocks gently, not giving Erich any eye contact. Just then, one of Dustyn's cats comes from the slightly ajar bedroom door and starts to meow repeatedly while walking in an out Erich's legs, clearly trying to get some attention. When Erich asks for the whereabouts of Dustyn again, Billy looks up this time but it takes a moment for him to respond. He sniffles before eventually turning his head towards the bedroom which the cat just came out of.

The bedroom is darkened out but peering in, one can see that something had gone on in there. The blinds are twisted, the bed sheets are all messed up and the bloodied candlestick is seen laying on the floor...next to a hand reaching out from behind the far side of the bed.