Sitting in his favourite bar, Dallas was really in his element. Although he was at university to study music, he already had a band and knew that he would one day "make it" even if he didn't graduate. His attendance at university was more to make his parents shut up and so he didn't have to work some dead end job until his band got signed. However, in the few months he had been here, he had made some close friends, particularly on his course. University had opened him up to an all new kind of person who he never really met in everyday life - people like himself. His school hadn't exactly been filled with gay guys, and those who were were the sort of flamboyant types who he just knew were in it for the attention. In his music scene, it was a similar story, with rock's macho atmosphere leaving him as something of an outsider. Here, though, he had met a lot of people who were not only music lovers like himself, but were also gay and not afraid to hide it. He loved that, and although he had always said he would leave as soon as his band made it, but he wasn't so sure now. He had met Dustyn on the first day of fresher's week, and the two had hit it off and become very close ever since, although they had so far only been friends rather than anything else. Dustyn was the centre of all the parties, while Dallas was the cool quiet type that everyone loved because he was a great listener and had time for anyone. He takes a drink of his beer and starts to roll a spliff as Dustyn scolds him. "I guess this isn't the best time to deny the bad influence thing," he laughs, nodding down at the spliff. Dallas was always out late, and he loved being the last one home, no matter how tired he was. He had a reputation as a bit of a party animal. "Borat? What the fuck is that?" he asks, laughing. Dallas had only recently moved from the States, so a lot of the cultural references bypassed him. "I'll come...and I'll dress as...a unicorn," he laughs, spilling some beer. "Ah, shit."

"Shite? I love the way you say that," Dallas laughs. "Shoite," he says in his best Irish accent, totally butchering the attempt. "I'll make a note not to watch Borat then, and I will definitely not be trying to find out what a mankini is. That just sounds dangerous." He picks up a beer mat and starts to usher the spilled beer onto the floor before he stands up and goes to get another one. It was a weird sort of place for Dallas, England. The students here were allowed to drink far younger than they were in the States, and boy did they take advantage of that. He certainly wasn't one to miss out, and since he arrived in the country, he could barely remember a time when he didn't have a drink in his hand. Returning to the table, he sits and takes another drink before resuming rolling his spliff. "This?" he asks as he licks the skin and finishes the spliff off. "I always have a little something in my sock drawer...other than the vibrator I mean," he jokes, before lifting the spliff to his lips and lighting it. The good thing about frequenting student haunts was that most of the staff knew them and no one minded if they would smoke some weed. As he takes a long drag, he looks at Dustyn through squinted eyes. "Oh yeah? What's she gonna come as? You know if you wrapped her in a sleeping bag she would just look like a used condom," Dallas laughs. He hated people who were uptight and thought they were better than they were. "Can't you just like palm her off on someone early? She keeps trying to grab my balls all the time and it's just uncool," he laughs. Dallas takes another drag and hands the spliff to Dustyn. "I think even if I was attracted to women, I could never get it up for her," he laughs.

Dallas laughs at Dustyn's reaction and shrugs his shoulders when he hears him protest against his terrible accent. "Ah, ok, don't worry, I'll try not to do it again. I think I heard once that my family is Irish, like way back, but obviously I didn't inherit the accent," he says with a laugh. "I don't even wanna know what it is. It has half man and half bikini and I don't care how hot a guy is, he is never pulling that off," Dallas smirks, taking another long drink of his beer. "Hey what time was that lecture in the morning? I don't think I'm gonna make it there," he smiles. When Dustyn talks about his vibrator and doesn't seem to be joking, Dallas rolls his eyes. Dustyn was always way more sexual than he was. "I bet you do, dude," he says with a shake of his head. "Yeah, man she's just a tramp. She has one of those stamps to prove it too. I swear it says like "enter through other door"," he says, trying to keep a straight face. When Dustyn touches his leg, Dallas shakes his head and laughs. "Yeah, everyone wants some of Dallas," he jokes, taking another hit from the spliff.

"Well I'm part German as well and I can't speak that. What're you gonna do?" he jokes. Dallas was very American and nothing else and it meant that in his life until now he had never even left the country, so his understanding of other cultures sometimes left a little to be desired. "I've never even heard of Polish," he says with a shrug. "Scotland is cool though. I went there recently, to Glasgow," he says, pronouncing it "Glass-cow". "It's a cool place. He laughs and shakes his head before taking a long drag. "Yeah well she can be...what is it, gagging? She can be gagging all she wants she is not getting anywhere near me. I mean that with no offence, like. Jennifer Aniston could be stood there begging for me and I wouldn't be interested," he chuckles. When Dustyn asks him the question about sex toys, he takes a drink of his beer. He didn't want to seem uptight, but he wasn't as sexual as other people so he wasn't 100% comfortable with questions like this. "None, to be honest," he laughs. "I went into an Ann Summers store one week recently, and it was awful. I was scared by the wall of dildos. And when the guy asked if I was looking for something for my girlfriend, that was too much. I panicked and left." He laughs at his own stupidity. Dallas was cool in all other ways, and although he had had sex plenty of times, he still wasn't all that comfortable talkng about it. When Dustyn asks if he can have some of the spliff, Dallas nods and takes another hit before handing it to him. "Sure buddy. Sharing is caring, huh?" he winks.

"German is a very harsh language. Like I don't think anyone ever said I love you in German. It would just sound like you were getting a lecture.or something," he says with a laugh. "My religious views? Yeah I'm an atheist. I think some of my dad's family are jewish and some of my mom's ar catholic, but I never believed any of it at all. Logic says it's all horseshit to me." He shrugs and then laughs at Dustyn. "Nah I'm still all hooded up down there. Uncut, I think they say. When Dustyn laughs at his Ann Summers story, he smirks and holds his hands up. "I'm not into them at all. It was for this girl's birthday, as like a prank," he smirks. "Yeah, I can't imagine ever being...penetrated. I mean...what? It seems sore as shit. I don't think I could ever," he laughs. When Dustyn takes the spliff, he sits back in his seat and looks up at the roof. "I have no plans. I'm happy to stay here. You?"

"I met a few happy ones when I was in Dusseldorf one weekend. And hey, they love beer, but yeah, that accent is just damn aggressive." He laughs a little and takes a drink. When Dustyn talks about religion, Dallas shrugs again. It wasn't something he ever gave much of a second thought to, in truth. "I don't know many religious people. I was brought up in the city and most people there were a bit cosmopolitan. It never got like small town or suburban church going. When I came out, I just told my buddy one day when we were playing Xbox. He looked at me and then asked why I paused the game. He said he always knew so it wasn't a big deal to him. My parents were alright with it, yeah. I mean I think my mom was a bit upset about never having grandkids, but she didn't mind about my sexuality really," he laughs. Most people who met Dallas would never guess he was gay. He didn't have any stereotypical mannerisms, and he definitely didn't have the fabled fashion sense either. He just dressed like a scruffy rock dude, and though he looked effortlessly good, most people would think he was straight. When Dustyn talks about sex, Dallas laughs. "I dunno, man. I mean the pleasure comes from my dick...I can't see how I get pleasure from that. It's not for me," he says, before taking a drag from the joint. He nods. "Sure, that sounds cool. I am not getting pizza, though. No offense, but you British wouldn't know pizza if it came up and fucked you in the ass," he says,winking and laughing before standing up.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Riley exclaims as he leads the way out the old warehouse, dodging bullets and giving Usain Bolt a run for his money at the same time. He knew that standing by Billy would only lead to more chaos in his life. Riley has heard all of Billy's stories and has known he was trouble for years but lately he has found himself being sucked into Khan's fucked up life of crime and all the whispers and tales are now suddenly a harsh and scary reality. He has known Billy nearly all of his life but unlike the sociopath he calls a friend, Riley has remained pretty level headed in life. He has a wife, a kid, a decent amount of qualifications and a steady job. When Billy got involved with Riley's brother-in-law, Scott, it became a different story though. Riley found himself covering up for them, having to come get them out of sticky situations and even had to hide them for a while when things between them and a local gang got a little too heated. The thing is, Riley is a good soul and while he doesn't exactly approve of their life choices and all the crimes they have committed, he would never rat them out to anyone.

"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!!!!" Billy yells as he fires bullets into the two remaining gangsters, having shot the first one in the chest. What was supposed to be a simple drugs deal turned into a brutal killing when unhinged Billy unexpectedly whipped out his gun. Even Scott was unaware of his intentions. It seems as though Billy wanted to keep the cocaine as well as the thousands of pounds they were going to receive in exchange for it. Drug dealing is not their usual forte. In fact, anything is really. Extortion, drugs, revenge killings, robbery, anything to keep the two psychopaths occupied will do. Scott seems to enjoy the money made from it all, dressing up sharply and making good use of his earnings. Billy on the other hand just love to get one over on people and enjoys the thrill from all of the bloodshed. Billy picks up both bags and follows his friends out of the old warehouse. "Bet they weren't expecting that!" he laughs, totally not fazed by what just happened. Meanwhile, Riley is leaning against the wall of an old structure, pressing his head against the cool surface as he tries to get over the shock.

Billy lights up a cigarette as he walks through the old rusting industrial estate looking as menacing as ever in his blood splattered clothing. He has always been ruthless and somewhat terrifying but lately he's been going too far even for Billy's standards. When he and Scott first met they became extremely close friends and literal partners in crime. Riley was even starting to be phased out of the equations. However, even Scott is starting to see how unreliable Billy has been lately. The hours of strategic planning Scott put in are just thrown out of the window as soon as Billy opens his mouth or picks up the nearest sharp object. "Did you see the look on that fat fucker's face when I whipped out the gun!? Half of his fucking cellulite went over the walls." Billy laughs as he takes a long drag from his cigarette.

Meanwhile, Riley leans against the wall still feeling rather queasy and it is showing on his face. The colour has drained from him and he's now in some sort of cold sweat. This was the first time Riley had witnessed a murder and he absolutely no idea how to handle it. "Scott...he just...he just..." Riley turns his head away and steadies himself against the wall again, trying his best not to throw up.

Billy nods in agreement with Scott, taking another long drag of his cigarette before passing it over to this psychotic counterpart. "I guess that he wanted to see the best in people or maybe he was just a thick cunt altogether? Either way, he didn't bet on dealing with someone like me." Billy laughs and takes one of the bags of off his shoulders and unzips it as he waltzes his way towards Riley. Billy grabs a handful of the banknotes, carelessly dropping some along the way. "So what are you going to spend it on? New suit? Tan your arse cheeks on some exotic land? I fancy buying a Twix myself." Billy stuffs some of the notes into his pocket and zips up the bag again.

Riley sees Scott and immediately rests his head on his best friend and brother-in-law's shoulder. Even though he has known Billy a lot longer, Riley feels a lot safer around Scott and feels like he can actually understand and sympathise with how he feels. All that goes on in Billy's head is chaos. He has no time to listen. "I won't say a thing...h-how can I forget about that though?"

Riley tries his best to steady and compose himself. Billy makes his way over, holding out the bottom of his blood splattered shirt while he picks away at it. "Fuck, I've got bits of skull caught in the material." That sentence is enough for Riley, causing him to throw up at Scott's feet.

Billy nods along when Scott states that he's going to go all out and buy himself a new car. He envies the fact that Scott can actually drive. Billy can never seem to pass his test and more often than not, beats up his instructors in a fit of rage. Right now, they are all driving around around in an old white and rusting Ford Transit from the mid-90's with Scott at the wheel. "I'm hoping that you let us ride around with you. I enjoy our banter in our van. I'm not going back to getting the fucking bus. That's for scum and arseholes...and scummy arseholes." Billy takes one more drag of his cigarette while he casually watches Riley throw up.

"Sorry...I just...I have never...that was just...graphic." Riley catches his breath and finally manages to compose himself. Even though he is putting a brave face on it at the moment it's still playing in his mind. Riley doesn't like to make a big scene though and wants to move along as swiftly as possible. "Sorry if I got a bit of your shoes. They look like they cost more than I earn a year." Riley chuckles. "So where we off to next?" he asks as they approach their tattered yet trusted van which was parked around the corner.

"We're heading to Scott's for a drink." Billy says rather matter of fact without even conferring with Scott himself beforehand. Billy takes off his bloody shirt and walks around shirtless, totally not standing out like a sore thumb with all of his tattoos and fight wounds. Billy playfully smacks Scott on the backside before running ahead of him. "Designated driver. Get behind that wheel, bitch."