Riley sighs and runs a hand through his hair as he tries to erase the image from his mind. For anyone experiencing that for the first time it's obviously going to have a huge impact on them but for Riley it's probably ten times worse. He's a good soul who hates to think of anything being harmed whether it's humans, animals or even the planet itself. "Can you promise...no more for today?" he asks softly, not wanting to seem pushy. When Scott points the empty gun at him, he forces a little smile and chuckle. Even though it's harmless, Riley's still not exactly fond of having a gun pointed at him for the first time. "I promise to stay clear of the shoes. I fancy the notion of living a long and fruitful life." Riley laughs as the three of them enter the van.

"Gin, cider, I don't care. I'm not fussy. As long as it gets me drunk then I'm not caring." Billy throws his cigarette away and climbs into the van, taking the middle seat. "Scott, I need a place to stay again tonight. My mate kicked me out because he walked in on me eating his girlfriend out. It's not my fault if he's crap at it. Women have needs. I have needs. He also should've knocked first. That's me homeless again." Billy kicks off his shoes and puts his feet up on the dash.

"Billy, you even drink Toilet Duck. We all know that you aren't fussy" Riley muses as he makes his way into the van, trying his best to joke around and forget about what he just witnessed. He doesn't offer a place for Billy to stay and keeps silent when that conversation crops up. Riley has let Billy stay with him time and time again but his long time friend has a tendency to steal, break things and bring strange girls and drugs into the house.

Riley smiles when Scott says that there will be no more murders for the rest of the day. He automatically believes him and does not doubt his brother-in-law because that's the kind of person Riley is. He always sees the good in people. In a perfect world, Riley would have convinced is closest friend to lay off the murder and life of crime for good but back down on Earth he knows that it's just not a possibility. "Wait...if you're not talking about police then who are you talking about? Nobody's after us, are they?" Riley looks unsettled and looks around in his seat, behind him and out of the window.

"Too much of a gay drink? Mate, you know that I go in all directions. You should know that. Remember all the times we've had a girl over and you've woken up with a sore arse?" Billy winks and playfully nudges Scott. He has no problem with bringing up rather crude subjects as he barely has any social skills. It's not hard to tell he's a bit of an oddball as he sits there with his shoes off and no shirt on while rummaging through a bag of cocaine. "I can't promise that I won't go near your cock. I can't promise that you won't like it either." Billy doesn't even joke as he knows he'll probably try something on him later. He isn't bothered by Scott's threat of a knife to the face as they've had their scrapes before, usually resulting in one of them being rushed off to A&E. Riley knows not to cross the madman though. He just sits there, hoping that he gets out of here safely. When Scott jokes, Riley forces a little laugh as he suddenly realises that he is sharing a van with two killers. "Yeah...the sooner we get out of here, the better."

Riley's eyes widen as he listens to what Scott has to say. He thought that the murdering would be the worst part of the day but knowing that people could be after them now just makes it a whole lot worse. Riley makes a mental note to sleep with one eye opened tonight. It's just his luck. The first time he decides to tag along in ages is the time Scott and Billy decide to kill three guys and run off with all the money. Riley just meets up with them because they are his closest friends. He doesn't plan on getting involved in any drama although now he's learned that it comes hand in hand with them. "So...we could all die tonight? You don't seem too bothered." Riley isn't sure what to believe as as two friends don't seem fussed about it.

"You know me. I'm a very private person." Billy smirks as he continues to look through the bag, making sure that there is enough to last him for a good while. Although, Billy being the raging druggie that he is, he'll rattle through it faster than you can say "coke". With the amount of drugs and alcohol he puts in his system on top of his diabetes and all the violent fights he gets into, Scott probably prepares himself to hear that Billy has died every single morning. He's just so ruthless, carefree and totally flipped. He's funny, a good friend and very generous (although most gifts have been stolen) but you could never trust Billy with your life unlike Riley. Billy jokingly places his hand on Scott's thigh and gives it a little squeeze. "Concrete boots? Kinky. Oh and don't worry, I won't go near your arse. I know that you prefer tonguing mine." Billy laughs but keeps his hand on Scott just to let him know that even though he's joking so he can make Riley feel uncomfortable sitting with them, the opportunity is still there if he wants to take it. He watches as Scott smokes his cigarette and falls completely powerless to the smell. "Give us a drag, yeah? I'm all out."

Billy Khan charges through the alleyways of London in the darkness, not wanting to stop for too long. Even though he practically lives out here and is feared among many other wild youths, he knows that it's still not wise to hang around these areas unless he's looking for a fight, which he isn't as he's already been involved in three within the last two hours. Now he's just looking for a place to lay his head for the night. Technically, Billy does have a home. His estranged uncle lets him and his younger brother Deneil crash on his sofas from time to time but Billy's wild temper usually leads to heated debates which in turn results in him either storming out of the house or being kicked out. Their uncle doesn't show much love either. He only keeps them for the night if the boys steal supplies for him or pay him what little money they have. Billy would much rather assert his independence and handle himself out here in the mean streets than sleep in a proper home if it comes with such a price. While his younger brother is sleeping safe and sound on a sofa bed, Billy is stumbling down dark alleyways with blood dripping down his head and with very little to his name. His tracksuit and shoes are well worn and everything else he owns fits into his pockets. That's all Billy has amounted to know. Such a good looking, talented and wonderful guy wasting his potential away and just a few more wrong moves away from becoming another statistic.

Heading out of the alleyway and into one of the streets, he hears Erich's singing and decides to move towards it. Most people would avoid an overly loud person wondering around in the middle of the night but to Billy, this crazy drunk is his best chance of surviving the night. He may know of a place Billy can go, he may even have some coins or food. Failing that, Billy has his trusted pocketknife at hand and can always just mug him if it comes to it. He stumbles towards Erich and stands under a street lamp which reveals his identity to Erich. With his golden brown eyes, gorgeous exotic mixed race looks and model-like bone structure, Billy has the blessing of insanely good looks (minus the blood running down the left side of his face) so he doesn't look as threatening as many other people in his position, which makes bystanders more likely to talk to him. He also has the bonus of being such a tender age. He's not some middle-aged junkie or criminal who had it all and lost it for good reason. He's clearly a young lost soul who's made a few bad decisions with nobody to really care for him or guide him on the right path. "Mate...mate...you got any spare change? A-anything? I'm homeless and...just...just...like...a-anything can help me, mate." Billy doesn't give the full sob story as he can tell that the gentleman is clearly intoxicated and it will be pointless to lay it all out for him. Getting straight to the point of asking, dropping in the fact that he's homeless and using his puppy dog eyes should do the trick. Billy also expanded, switching from the subject of money helping him to "anything" helping him as he sees that Erich clearly has alcohol and if he's willing to share it, Billy will certainly take it. He doesn't know the guy but he'll sure as hell drink from his bottle if it's free and helps get him through the night. After all, he's done much worse out here to survive in the past. When Billy talks, he sounds like he's popped a pill a while ago as he slurs his words ever so slightly. He's not actually on anything right now but as a casual user of anything he can get his hands on, there's always still a trace of something left in his system.



ooc: I have heard it but I admit I had to look it up for confirmation. Mojo Nixon? :P

"What you sayin', bruv?" Billy is confused when he first hears Erich's accent. The only Americans that he's heard have been on the TV and the did not sound as...well, American as this, or as drunk. Surprisingly with a vast array of different American accents often on the big screen, they are harder to understand in person or maybe that's just this gentleman and his drunkenness? Erich must also feel the same way about Billy too. Although he's from London, he doesn't sound as posh as The Queen. In fact, he sounds like an old Cockney street vendor and with the slight slur in his voice, he can't exactly be the poster boy for perfect enunciation either. "Bum?? The fuck?" he says, looking around at his bottom as he doesn't quite make the connection that the word means something totally different to Erich. Shrugging it off, Billy nods in acceptance when he hears that Erich has no cash. He was about to retreat back into his shadow covered alleyways before Erich offered the bottle out to him. Without hesitation, Billy reaches out a shaky hand with bruised and bleeding knuckles, and takes the bottle from Erich. "I...I was in a fight...or three..." he says, answering Erich's earlier question in regards to his wounds. Taking a few gulps of the white cider like it's tap water, Billy stumbles a little as he looses his footing when he puts one foot onto the road and keeps one on the sidewalk. "Thanks mate...you're...you're a good one," he says, offering what little is left of the bottle back to Erich. It's pretty obvious that the homeless guy doesn't encounter many people as kind as Erich.

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When Erich asks Billy if he lost the fight, he scoffs, a little insulted even. He's Billy Khan, he doesn't lose a fight but not that Erich would know that. "Nah, bruv. Billy doesn't lose," he says with a slight smirk as he unintentionally reveals his name to Erich. He doesn't usually tell anyone his name as it tends to give him more of a character and soul. Billy likes to remain anonymous to kind strangers and just go about his own thing. Deep down, it's really because he doesn't think he's worthy to be known on a first name basis with someone which is really saddening. He's said his name now so there's really no point in dwelling on it. When Erich takes hold of Billy when he stumbles, he immediately bats his hand away, maybe even a little harder than necessary, "Oi, fuck off!!". It was more of a reflex action than anything else. He wasn't expecting to be grabbed as he was too busy drinking and not paying attention to Erich's movements at the time. Plus also, Billy isn't used to people actually wanting to touch him without abusing him. For a moment he thought Erich was about to try something on him. When he realises he was only trying to help him regain balance, Billy clears his throat and brushes off his tracksuit top, "Sorry mate". Letting him more or less drain his cider, engage in conversation with him and even stopping him from falling, Billy susses out that this gentleman really is just a kind, albeit extremely drunk, stranger. "Sorry a-about the cider. Just...just real thirsty out here. If...if you want, I could always...uh....make it up to you, mate?" Billy says while making a subtle gesture with his hand, surprisingly suggesting some "fun". Being on the streets for so long though, it really shouldn't be surprising that he's willing to do things like this if it helps him get by. On one hand, there is absolutely no telling where Billy has been and what he has, so a little "fun" may not be the wisest of ideas. On the other hand, there is nobody around, this young man is clearly a very handsome chap and there's nothing quite like a drunken, no strings attached fool around.

Billy is a little confused at first when Erich asks who Billy is. He thought he would have at least made the connection by now. "Oh...I am Billy. Billy is me.....I...I'm him...." he says, pointing to his own chest with his constantly shaking hand. There are many things which could explain the seemingly nervous looking twitch in his hand but as it's freezing cold in the early hours of the morning and his hands are cut to hell, those are probably the most plausible explanations. He doesn't ask for Erich's name as, in all honesty, he doesn't really want to know. Giving someone a name forms more of a bond and Billy is happy just to play "homeless guy and kind stranger". After Erich declines his little offer of a fun time, Billy feels a little embarrassed at first. Whenever he asks someone if they'd like to fuck around, they never decline. He doesn't really have any standards or shame but it's still weird to hear someone actually decline him. On one hand he's a little disappointed as it would certainly living things up and fill some time in yet another never-ending night. On the other hand, it's refreshing to know that someone wants to help him out of kindness and not to receive anything in return. "Well...i-if you need a-anything else...I don't have much but I can always steal something for you, mate. You name it. It's yours." Billy brings up the subject of stealing just seconds before Erich mentions a five finger discount. He smirks and nods, in agreement with Erich. Billy suddenly whips out a shining, sharp and dangerous looking pocketknife. "Should be easy getting our hands on something," he says, holding the knife in the streetlight. The homeless teen now suddenly looks rather threatening, more so than ever before. He very much has a dangerous weapon in his hands and won't think twice about using it.

When Erich tells Billy, or at least suggests that he is a casual drug user and is looking for something "a little stronger", he smirks. This dude is cool. If Erich is totally blind and cannot tell already, Billy is no stranger to the odd "pick me up" from time to time. Billy usually only gets the odd free pill through kind friends in a similar living position as him. Anything stronger, he has to pay for and usually that costs weeks worth of hard begging and looting. It's almost not worth it, almost. Unfortunately, Billy is a little strapped for cash at the moment. He's lucky if he has £4 in his pocket. Hadn't he had decided to buy himself a hot breakfast in a cafe this morning he'd have nearly the dizzying amount of £10 right now and even that isn't enough for anything one quarter decent. "Mate, I don't have enough for good shit but uh...I know where I can get it from. You fast at running and good at turning a blind eye?" Billy twirls his knife around in his hand and looks Erich dead in the eye, as if the guy isn't threatening looking enough. "Yeah...s-shrooms could be difficult to get. Not that popular around here....so....w-what else is your poison? You know, just so I know where to go...and who to cut," Billy laughs and swipes his knife across the air and to show that he isn't fucking kidding, he catches Erich's face with it. It's the tiniest of cuts, like a paper cut, on his jawline but nevertheless, he just broke through Erich's skin and drew blood without warning or an apology. Erich best keep an eye on him.

Billy looks down at Erich's feet when he bends down to tie his shoes. He clocks the mismatched shoes and has a little chuckle to himself. He knows very little about this man but he can safely assume that he gives zero fucks, quite like Billy himself and he's loving it. "Oh cool shoes, mate. Red one looks fucking sick! You like mine?" Billy shows off his black Nike Air Jordans which, despite him living on the streets, he's really looked after. They have obviously been stolen or are a well preserved gift from someone who could afford them as there is no way that the guy bought these on his own. He's clearly got a big interest in shoes and it seems to make him loosen up and talk more while turning Billy more 'human'. He's not just a random homeless guy in the background. He's a real person with likes, dislikes, hobbies and interests like everyone else. Minus the blood and the face slashing aside, he seems like a nice enough kid. Billy listens to Erich when he talks about LSD and other hallucinogens. They aren't really Billy's thing but he knows that they are still in circulation. Billy's lucky that there are more amphetamines going around as those are his poison. Those and good old weed help take the edge off. Billy's even dabbled with cocaine and heroin but never really had the urge to try out hallucinogens, which his new friend clearly has a taste for. "I suppose I can track down some LSD, mate...I can't be too sure we'll get it though. What about MDMA? There's some bloke who's got it in bulk. Fuck knows why he's still on the streets though because the cunt must be minted with the amount he makes from it!" Billy then laughs and holds Erich's chin, tilting his head to get a better look at the little cut he made on his face. "Sorry about that, mate. Y-you shouldn't be wondering around here unprotected though. Some total fucking headcases around here," Billy says, genuinely thinking that he isn't one himself. "Stick with me, yeah? Not safe to wonder too far on your own". In spite of his total craziness, Billy does seem like a good soul in comparison to a lot of people out here. He'd never try anything with an innocent bystander. There are some people in this area who attack, mug and even kill whoever happens to be unlucky enough to cross their path. "Stay close Odd Shoes," he says, giving the stranger a nickname as he heads up a dark alleyway.

"Someone threw the shoe at you? Was it like...meant to hit you or...? I get things thrown at me all the time and it's not anything worth taking. Some people are so fucking rude, man. I ask if they have any spare change and I get fucking spat on and stuff. If someone chucked a shoe my way, I'd keep it. Well I'd smack them in the head with the shoe first, then keep it." When asked where he got the shoes, Billy knows that Erich even in his drunken state can tell that there's no way that he purchased them on his own. "Well, my little brother got me them. He's kinda like me regarding the living situation. It took him forever to save up for them. I had no idea he was going to give me them. I wear these with pride, man. Don't fucking step on them, yeah?!" Billy has a habit of sounding all cheery to severely threatening all in the one sentence. After warning Erich not to touch the shoes, Billy is all smiles the next moment. "MDMA is great but it's fucking sad taking it on your own. Take it if you want a buzz with your mates. Just don't get greedy with it. One of my mates out here overdosed on it. Fucking shame, man. I got this tracksuit from him though," he says while showing off the clothing he took from a dead body. "He would've wanted me to have it though so don't fucking judge, yeah?" Yeah, this kid is clearly insane. Heading up the alleyway, Billy smirks when he sees Erich pick up a bar. This guy is down for a fight too, which Billy likes. "Niiiice, mate. Can do some damage with that. Just don't get wise and try to use it on me or I'll fucking cut your little cock off and feed it to the stray dogs around here. Got it?" Billy points his knife towards Erich's crotch and then smirks before turning on his heels and heading down towards where the nearest dealer resides. It's obvious that this guy has to defend himself on a regular basis and is constantly on guard. "Wait there, Odd Shoes. Stand in against the wall, yeah?" Billy says while ushering Erich to the side before he disappears. Billy climbs through a hole inside a corrugated iron wall, round a corner and into the site of a dilapidated building meaning that Erich is out here in the alleyway alone. It's easy to feel sorry for Erich but Billy has the hard task of waking up a feral drug dealer from his slumber, haggle for a freebie or, more than likely, steal supplies and run for his life. After five minutes, muffled yelling can be heard. The shouting grows louder as each second passes until, out of nowhere, a long haired gentleman dressed in a dark green trench coat comes flying out of the hole in the wall with Billy in his grip. The pair yell and roll around before getting back on their feet, still not letting go of one another. Billy plunges his knife into the dealer's stomach but the guy retaliates with a slash of silver from his own knife. Blood sprays across the wall and Billy stumbles, holding his neck. From where Erich is, it looks like the guy just slit his new friend's throat.