Billy smile at Erich's response, happy to know that he's still pretty. Even when tripping balls, his vanity still can't be erased or tampered with. Even potent drugs can't alter that. He shuffles over to Scott and rests his head on his shoulder before closing his eyes and slumping down hard on him. Billy lays there for a moment, totally unresponsive. Scott panics and nudges Billy, making sure he didn't just die on him. "Uh...Billy? You there?"

Billy opens his eyes and responds with "Seven!". Scott furrows his brows, totally confused by the statement. "Uhh...what?". Billy smiles again before closing his eyes and falling back to sleep. Scott looks down at his sweats which now have a huge wet patch at the front from the rapidly melting ice. "I look l-like I've pissed myself now! M-m-maybe I have?" Scott can't be sure anymore. He's pretty much numb from the waist down. Oscar cringes and moves a few inches away...just in case.

Dustyn sighs with relief when his dare isn't selected. "Oh I am not offended. I don't want my balls in anyone's mouth!"

Scott shrugs and starts looking through the bag of supplies for jam. "You think that's a bit much? Wait until Billy sobers up and joins in on the dares. You remember what happened last time...with the cactus?" Scott brings out the jam while Dustyn winces at the memory. They really are lucky that Mr Holmes isn't as active tonight. If he was, everyone would be naked by now and someone would probably be needing an ambulance. Scott opens up the jam and dips his hand in it. "Forgot the knife so I n-need to use my hand to smear it. Riley, sock off, mate..."

"I'm sorry, Erich." Riley laughs and cringes, pulling his sock off. It might not be the most pleasant experience either of them will endure but at least the jam is of high quality and it looks like Riley actually has very nice feet. Smooth and clean...and rather nicely shaped. Pretty for a guy. He bites on his bottom lip as Scott slathers the jam on, holding back his laughter. Riley's clearly a ticklish one.

"Oh can I choose someone next?!" Dustyn pipes up, raising his hand like he's in class.

"It's Erich's turn again. Whoever does the dare is next to put someone else in the hot seat." Scott says as he puts the finishing touches of jam on Riley's foot, making sure he doesn't miss a spot...even between the toes.

"But...Erich already had a turn!" Dustyn frowns and starts abusing those emotive, puppy dog eyes he has. Scott's having none of it though. "Those are the rules, Blue. You'll get a turn." Scott finishes applying the jam while Dustyn folds his arms like a grump.

Dustyn strokes his chin and ponders as he thinks about who his victim will be. He still sits nude, totally not giving a shit. As Scott was the one who made Erich lick Riley's foot earlier on, he's looking like the perfect choice. Billy is still out of it, Oscar isn't all that adventurous and it's just not nice to pick on poor Ri so Scott it is. "OK Mr Wellington...either call up Joshua and tell him that Trump isn't "all that bad" or call Jennifer and tell her you slept with Isabel." Dustyn smirks and starts to dress again, knowing he's put Scott in a tough position. Nobody wants to upset their wife like that but then again, nobody wants to mention the "T" word to Joshua Grimmie. Dustyn doesn't play nice.

Scott sighs, genuinely thinking about which phone call would be the lesser of two evils. "Blue, you are horrid! I'm already in Joshua's bad books."

"Why is that?" Dustyn asks, pulling his socks back on and completing his outfit.

"Well I kind of scared him. I said that there's a possibility his tour may be targeted by a terror group..." Scott shrugs and the others gasp in shock. It is something that could happen but it's not an issue to bring up so lightly and casually.

"SCOTT! Why did you say that??!" Dustyn's eyes widen. He's in total disbelief.

"I know it's not nice but...these things are happening a lot lately...and it is Joshua. He runs his mouth and stands for a lot of things that people don't like. If an artist was going to be targeted...it'd probably be him." Scott takes his phone and scrolls through his contacts while the others shake their head. After a few seconds, Scott gets an answer. "Hello? Joshua? Can I pick your brain about something?...It's just that I've been doing a lot of reading lately, kinda educating myself on this whole political mess because I want to be more informed and aware. Anyway, I just wanted to ask you why you think Trump is so bad? He's a tad eccentric but he's actually not all that bad, really..." Scott covers his mouth, holding in his laughter. He holds up his phone to let the others hear. Joshua can be heard RANTING over the line. It's hard to make out exactly what he's saying but a lot of swears can be heard." Scott chuckles and puts the phone back to his ear again. "Sorry Joshua, got to go!" Scott winces and quickly ends the call, tossing his phone off to the side.

Oscar laughs after the ordeal, "You have some balls, Scott."

"Massive ones," Scott says with a sly smirk. "Anyway, back to the game. My turn. I feel like I should get Dustyn back but it's too early for that. We can save that for the grand finale." Scott winks at Dustyn while the Irishman recoils. "I'll go with Erich again and I'll go easier this time. Sort of. So, Hess...I think you're an honest man. You can either rank us from most attractive to least attractive to our faces and explain why we place where we place OR you can say nothing but you need to tongue kiss the member you think is most attractive for a minute." Scott throws out this dare with ease, knowing that he'll avoid it because he's never really ranked as the pretty boy.

Scott doesn't seem to have a filter much like Billy, however he seems to lack the charm of his fellow band mate and often comes across as a bit of a dick. Billy could easily prank call Joshua and make off the cuff remarks about something as sinister as a terror attack and it'd seem like "classic Billy". Scott, on the other hand, seems a little too blunt and can't pull off "shocking" comments as well as Billy. Nevertheless, he is still pretty brave to call up Mr Grimmie like that. "It's all fun and games now but wait until I meet him next week. I'll pay for it then." Scott chuckles but he is telling the truth. He has guts when the person isn't in the room. When he's confronted, he crumbles.

Riley, Scott, Dustyn and Oscar perk up and eagerly await the results when Erich goes for the first option. It's more exciting than the grand finale of a CBB season. Dustyn blushes and claps excitedly as his name is revealed first. He knows that on some level Erich is being biased but a compliment is a compliment and if he's placing higher than the rest, he isn't going to dispute that. The others all accept their placements and are surprised that Billy came in last. He usually tops most lists so this is a first. Dustyn giggles at the results, "Riley came in third?He's in the middle for everything. Age, attractiveness....willy size....He really is Switzerland. Always sitting neutrally in the middle like a good boy, aren't you Ri?" Dustyn chuckles, playfully nudging Riley.

Oscar is surprised to place second but is happy with the result. He isn't vain at all but it's nice to rank high. "Thank you, Erich. I'll put even more thought into your Christmas present this year!"

Billy suddenly springs back into life when he hears that he placed last. He was so out of it at one point that nuclear fallout could pass him by and he wouldn't notice but insult his looks? He's back in the room. "I'M FIFTH?!?!" he yells, lunging forward.

Dustyn squeals, "GET EVERYTHING POINTY OUT OF THE ROOM!!!!"

Riley leans forward, getting in front of Erich and lightly pushing Billy back down onto his ass across the fortress. It's always a matter of time before he kicks off. Riley tries to defuse the situation. "You were still complimented, mate. He just can't keep up with you. You're on a whole other level of sexiness..." Riley twists Erich's words a little to suit Billy and it seems to work.

Billy nods in agreement, totally wrapped up in his own ego. "True...true..." He clears his throat and looks around. It seems like everyone has had fun while he's been away in his own world. "Can I join in now?" Billy doesn't really sound like he's asking and is more demanding to be included.

"It's Erich's turn to choose someone so you never know, you might be lucky...or unlucky, depending on the dare!" Riley says with a little laugh.

When Billy hears his options, he is absolutely shocked that Erich would go so far and suggest something so...vulgar...so...unthinkable...and just downright wrong. Billy cutting his hair? Ludicrous. "I am NOT touching my hair, Hess. You know it. I know it. Even Eilidh understands that." Billy making a remark about her intelligence right in front of Oscar shows just how much of a dick he is. It's less of a jibe towards Eilidh and more like a way to purposely rub Oscar up the wrong way...and it works.

"Billy, shut the f-..." Oscar pipes up but is soon interrupted by one of Billy's swift and berating retorts.

"No you shut up you posh, Susan Boyle haired, human equivalent of raging thrush. Shut that fucking bitch mouth of yours before I come over there and shut it for you. Cunt." This was Billy being somewhat easy on him. Most times he usually picks up something sharp and lunges. It is pretty obvious how Billy hates poor Oscar, makes his life hell and honestly does bully him.

"Enough!" blurts Scott, jumping in before the night is ruined. "Come on, guys. This is supposed to be a fun night. None of that shit. This is literally fun and games, nothing else. Don't spoil it with petty shit."

Billy shrugs it off while Oscar recoils, clearly still in his feelings. Billy grabs the vodka next to Scott and then looks over at Erich. "There's no shot glass so I can't measure. I just...put some in my arse? I don't know how this works. I'm not very flexible and I have back problems. You might have to help me, Hess," Billy says with a cheeky wink.

Billy scoffs and shakes his head dismissively. "Keistered booze? Never. I have some class, Erich. I'm very picky about what goes up my beautiful behind. I have a reputation to uphold."

Dustyn giggles and raises an eyebrow after Billy's statement. "You're talking shit! You're picky about what goes up there? Didn't you sit on a boxing glove last week?". Dustyn doubles over in laughter at the thought while Oscar, Riley and Scott just sit there stunned. They don't even want to begin to imagine how that is possible.

"Aaanyway...." Billy says, diverting away from THAT type of conversation. It's too early for all that. "Let's get this over and done with. Just know that I'm going to do something even more embarrassing to you next round." Billy smirks and starts to unbuckle his belt. He pulls his trousers and boxers down to his ankles, leans back and opens his legs. Everything is totally on display for Erich. Literally everything. At least it's all very pretty and an oddly familiar sight considering how many rude pictures of Billy have been circulating online of the years.

"Bottoms up!" Dustyn says before laughing wildly at his own joke.

"With the right amount of life-threatening drugs in your system, lube and dedication...you can get a boxing glove in, entire fist included. You need to start off slowly though. You really have to adjust and it take it step by step. Go too far too soon and...well, you'll end up in the E.R with a lot of explaining to do. I start off with three fingers and work my way up from there." Billy casually explains his bedroom activities like it's nothing. Dustyn is the only one whose jaw is not on the floor. He's clearly more familiar with Billy's antics.

Billy lays back and lets the contents of the bottle travel downward and do its thing. It is a freakish sensation - a mixture of horrid and somewhat pleasant. Billy's the adventurous type and it bit of an odd one when it comes to activities involving his butt so naturally, he'll find something about this that he enjoys. "Remind me to text Jerry and tell him to get a case of this stuff." Billy chuckles and sits back up, squirming at the odd sensation. It's not as bad as he thought but it certainly is an alien feeling having liquid all in there. "Can you get seasick with this? I can feel the liquid...it's making me a bit queasy. Uh...God help me if I need to fart. Dustyn, you can clean up."

Dustyn giggles but still hides behind Erich out of fear, knowing that Billy meant it in a joking manner but if an accident were to happen, he'd still stay true to his word. "Ew..."

Riley laughs after the entire ordeal, thinking that it's probably one of the most random, craziest things he has ever witnessed. "Well, you two certainly have a bond to last you for life. I've known Billy for six years and never been that close to him. Between Billy's butt and my feet, you're certainly getting very well acquainted with us!"

"Though to be honest, Ri, most of the world is well acquainted with my taint. I think I should decorate a little more so that the next time it's on display, the good people of the world have something new to look at. I might get it pierced like Dusty's!" Billy chuckles while Dustyn continues to hide behind Erich in embarrassment. "So, back to the game..." Billy continues. "Erich, you know it has to be you again, don't you?I'm not going to do anything too extreme, actually. Just something very awkward. I think it's more fun to see people squirm than just straight up die. I'm sadistic like that. So you can either have a Weekend member of choice strip you totally naked from head to toe. You can't help him do it and you must remain nude until the end of the game. Reversely, you can strip off a member of choice with your own hands and he must remain like that until the end of the game. No cupping. I want nuts out. Oh and it can't be me you pick because that's just too fucking easy."

"Well I wouldn't expect you to put a boxing glove in your arse. Straight guys are too vanilla. You're happy with missionary, dumping your load after she fakes it and then settling down to watch re-runs of Family Feud. I'm more of a thrill seeker. If I'm not going to be fucked to within an inch of my life or experience pleasure so intense that I nearly pass out and start screaming out in a mythical language, I don't want to know. Where's the fun in that?" Billy clearly lives a rather intense and adventurous life. To him, it's all fun and games, a way of experiencing life as vividly as possible. Others just see it as one big death wish and a somewhat sad reflection of Billy's life as most of it does involve violence and pain. "When the younger ones are out of the room, I'll tell you a few more stories. The boxing glove one is pretty light." It's always hard to tell if Billy is joking or not. You really couldn't write off any of his bizarre claims as false.

"Billy, can I just ask, how are you still alive?" Riley asks with a laugh, totally amazed by Billy. Ri himself isn't anywhere near as adventurous as that but he is extremely open minded and easy to talk to. While certain lifestyles aren't for him, he understands that people are all different and he can hold a conversation about anything. Others, like Oscar and Scott, tend to get all embarrassed about "private" topics like that and will close up because they either think it's gross or have no idea where to begin.

"I genuinely think I am invincible, Hamilton. Genuinely." Billy responds in a serious tone. After everything he's endured, it really is a possibility. Billy has more lives than a Buddhist cat. He laughs at Erich's joke about seeing his nuts and proceeds to cup his balls, hiding them and pretending to be shy. "Don't look at them, I'm a delicate flower!!". It would be slightly easier to believe if he didn't just chug vodka via his ass. Billy chuckles and zips back up, watching the next dare take place.

Scott sighs, knowing that this isn't going to be pleasant for him. He doesn't have issues with male nudity as he's been in this band for six years. Scott just isn't particularly fond of the idea of stripping one down himself...especially someone he doesn't know all that well. Still, a dare is a dare and he's going to help Erich pass this one no matter what. There's no way Billy is going to make someone forfeit this time. He always wins these games but not today. Scott moves across the fort towards Erich and gets to work. He pulls off Erich's t-shirt and it isn't so bad until he realises that he has to bend down a little to pull off the trousers and everything else below the waist. Scott unzips Erich and kneels down to get his trousers down to his ankles. He looks up at Erich and laughs, turning all shades of red. "Add a Brazzers logo?"

Billy sighs and yells out, "HURRY UP AND FINISH, I WANT TO SEE COCK THAT ISN'T MY OWN TONIGHT!!!"

"Younger ones? I'm the third eldest in the room. Only you and Scott out-age me. I know I may look all youthful but I'm one of the older boys. Hell, I even have back problems. I'm practically middle-aged." Billy jokes and laughs lightly before squirming and moving around a little. The aftermath of the vodka insertion is still not that pleasant for him. He feels all bloated and like he's somewhat drowning from the inside. "Mate, is this actually going to make me drunk or just uncomfortable as fuck? I'm close to spraying this the fuck back out." Again, Dustyn whimpers and crawls behind Erich as a potential shield. "Callouses? Don't dare joke about my arse! It's pretty. I look after it and well you know it. I could see you eyeing it up. If only, Erich, right?" Billy winks.

Scott doesn't really care about Erich's body. It could be the body of an Adonis or one resembling a decaying corpse and it wouldn't make the situation any better or worse. He's not that way inclined regarding the male body plus being in this group, he's used to seeing all different shapes and sizes. "I like the tattoos..." he says, trying to take his mind off what he's doing. Scott genuinely does like them though, being a fan of quirky ink too. Scott has the most random tattoos such as a stick man, a compass and a cup of tea on his body. He pulls off Erich's trousers as well as his socks, leaving the inevitable boxers last. "Just glad there are no cameras around." As Scott makes the remark, Billy looks around with shifty eyes and tries his best to hide his phone. "Here we go..." Scott then braces himself before pulling Erich's boxers down in one swift movement and slipping them over his ankles. It was best to do it fast like ripping off a band aid or wax strip. "Oh sorry man, I think I accidentally pulled your foreskin off in the process..." Scott laughs, looking around the floor, pretending to search for it.

"Brilliant! I'm not the only cut one here. Now there are two freaks of nature. Put it there!" Billy offers his hand out for Erich to shake, congratulating him on his penis. Being in Britain, it's uncommon to be circumcised but at least now Billy has a friend with something in common.

Dustyn giggles and playfully slaps Erich's bare butt. "Peachy!" he says with a little giggle. Dustyn, ironically, isn't much of a bottom man himself but he can appreciate some nice buns when he sees them. "So Erich, who are you choosing for the next ordeal?"

Dustyn rolls over in his bed, rubbing his tired eyes and opening them to check the the time. The glow of the digital clock illuminates "4:27" through the darkness. He smiles to himself when he realises it's much earlier than he first thought. More sleep and relaxation for him. Dustyn has to go into the office at the label today, leaving at 8:30. He rolls over onto his right side and kisses the back of Dallas' neck, who he believes to be sleeping, before wrapping an arm around him and cuddling into his boyfriend. It's slightly odd having Dustyn as the "big spoon" due to his height and stature but it's pretty comfortable for him. He gently strokes Dallas' chest from behind, finding the motion relaxing for himself.