OOC: Anyone can join in, feel free.

Scott RH walks into the Dirty Bastard in LA and scans the room. This wasn't the place he was used to in NY, although it looked curiously the same. He chuckled a little at how similar it was to the one at home. It was almost like those old video games where every building looked the same, and had the same people inside them. Scott looked around again and then walked to the bar. He orders a beer and takes his jacket off, putting it over the back of his chair and then sits down. When his drink comes, he takes a long swig and sighs, smiling.

Scott was sitting at the bar watching sports results come up on the large flat screen behind the bar, vegetating out of boredom more than anything. He had drifted so far away that he hardly heard anyone even come up behind him, and he was startled a little when he saw Alex sit next to him. He looks over and smiles politely, nodding a little.

"Hey, how's i-" he stops when he sees the barman pour a drink Alex hadn't even ordered, and he laughs a little. "Seems someone's here often, then." He nods, trying to avoid the question about how he is. "How are things going with you, man? It's been a while." He takes another drink from his beer.

Scott takes a drink and orders another as he sets the bottle down on the top of the bar, nodding along in time with Alex. He holds back a burp and bumps himself in the chest with his fist.

"You know, I know exactly what you mean. I only tend to drink these days when I have something on my mind, or if my life is going to shit." He laughs a little to himself. "This is the first time I've had a drink at all since like November or something."

He throws some money on the bar and takes his phone from his pocket, checking it and putting it down on top of the bar.

"Work's good man, yeah. Been busy as all hell like, but it's all going well. Got some new stuff out there, and we have the awards next week as well. It's all mental. I had Cassie here last week, but she went back to New York so I've been feeling a bit sorry for myself today." He laughs. "How's things in the fashion scene?"

Scott was sat alone at the bar again drinking when he heard someone come in. His phone signalled that there was a text on it and he took it out and looked at it. He saw it was Gia, so he locked his phone and put it back in his pocket. He wasn't sure how it was all going to work out now that she had let the Stat Nerds flirt with her for so long. Scott shook his head a little and turned back to the TVs behind the bar. He looked up after a while when he heard someone come in, and he saw Aimee sat there. He half recognised her, and he thought for a few minutes before he spoke.

"Hey....do I...know you?"

Scott sees how nervous the girl looks, and he's curious as to why. The bar was pretty quiet, but she still looked very self conscious in herself as she sat at the bar. Scott narrowed his eyes a little and then smiled at her. When she spoke, he nodded. Of course he should have known her, she was signed to his label. He smiles and gets up, moving across to sit next to her.

"Ah, Aimee right. You got signed to my label by Stinson, right?"

Scott holds his hand out to shake hers.

"It's nice to meet you. Sorry I didn't recognise you at first. I was so busy when Stinson signed you and I haven't had much time to look over what he done. I'm glad he signed you though. I heard your new song this morning, and I have to say, it was really good. I loved the lyrics."

Scott laughs a little. He liked this girl. She seemed genuinely flustered by fame, and it was something he liked. Although he was cocky and arrogant, he hadn't always been like that, and he liked young and new acts to appreciate what they had and never take it for granted. It seemed to him that this was the case with Aimee. She seemed like she was surprised by her own fame, and it made him think she would battle to keep it.

"Really? Of course they would. You have a stunning voice."

Scott sees her appear to go even further into her shell, and he's a little confused at her reaction to his compliment. He shakes his head a little but then takes a drink of his beer.

"You think the fact that you're not some bimbo will hold you back with a voice like that?" He smiles. "A lot of people just want to see skin. Its the way the world works. But we aren't Studio 60. We appreciate real talent and skill at Chaos." He half laughs at his own joke.

Scott smiles at her.

"Insecure? Why?"

He shrugs and takes another drink.

"Let's just say we have different priorities when signing artists."

Scott looked over at her. He noticed that she looked timid and nervous still.

"What sort of thing?"

He sighs and orders another beer.

"Yeah. We prefer talent and skills. They like pop and big productions."