Scott nods and takes a drink.

"Tell me about it mate. Seems someone's been a busy little boy this week. Busier than I even knew...."

Scott finishes his drink and pours another for himself.

"Let's just say your wife hasn't been his only target. He called me here yesterday to say he was taking me to court to sue for millions for loss of earnings. I could do without that. He'd never win but its all bad press."

Scott shrugs.

"He's always been a bit confrontational, but he used to be cool with it. Fuck knows what his deal is now."

Scott smiles a little and nods.

"You and me both man. I'm not normally a violent man...but well...actually shh..." He laughs a little, nervously.

Scott chuckles.

"I'm not normally, but I can be quite defensively offensive. This wouldn't be the first time I had to sort out a former band mate for giving me grief..."

He takes another shot of whisky, feeling it take effect, and he can see the same look in Billy's eye.

"So what's your tale of violence? Most violent thing you've ever done?"

Scott is intrigued, and even more so thanks to the amount of alcohol that he has drunk. He smiles a little.

"Gory huh? Come on man, we're all friends here. Besides, there's more confidentiality between labels and artists than there is between doctors and patients. Why do you think we have PR experts everywhere.?"

Scott listens to Billy's entire story carefully, looking down as he concentrates on every word the singer says. After a while, he hears Billy say that he killed someone, and the corners of his mouth turn up ever so slightly into an odd smirk. He looks intrigued and leans forward a little as his attention has been caught.

"Oh you did...? How impressive." He nods as he looks at Billy.

Scott shakes his head slowly and smiles.

"Nothing much. I was just impressed. I never knew you had it in you. You learn something new every day huh?"

Scott nods a little.

"Me? Well...lets just say I can deal with things. You remember Alex P who knocked up your wife live on TV don't you? Ain't anyone heard from that guy in....months."

He smirks a little.

Scott reminisces over the moment for a while before he smiles and sits up in his chair.

"The guy was after me for years. He felt like it was my fault he was kicked out of the band. He took it too far when he kidnapped my daughter and tried to hurt my wife."

He smiles again.

"I beat him to the ground, kicked him literally unconscious and watched him bleed from every opening on his face; nose, eyes, ears, mouth, the lot. Turns out that wasn't enough. When I felt his breast bone snap under the pressure from a knife, it was the most satisfying feeling of my life. I watched the blood pour out of his chest for about 5 minutes, and then I tossed him in the Hudson when I was sure he was dead."

He nods as he lets the reality settle in.