Destinee smiles. "I'm sure you are wonderful on stage. You certainly have confidence and that is key." She giggles and wraps her arms around him.

Destinee giggles and lays her head on Jordan's chest. Suddenly, her phone rings from her jeans pocket. "Oops. Hold on," she says as she rolls off Jordan and onto the floor, grabbing for her phone. "Salut!... Oui... Oh... Oh, alright then... Ciao..." She looks at Jordan with a frown. "That was Liberation/Nomad Records. They have a car waiting for me outside to take me to the airport..."

Neil and Jay sit on a park bench, eating poutine. Seeing as Jay was not only new to the band, but American, Neil felt it was his duty to introduce him to the Canadian delicacy of poutine. Cappy runs in circles around the bench, begging for some of their food. "A lot of hot chicks here, huh?" Jay asks Neil. Neil looks up at him, startled. "What? I was concentrating on eating my poutine." Jay laughs and shakes his head. "You're not very good with ladies, are you?" he asks. Neil shrugs. Jay eyes a cute girl jogging by. "Uh...thanks for the poutini or whatever. I'll be right back.." he says, getting up and running after the Jogger. Neil sighs, looking down at Cappy. "You won't ditch me, right?" he asks. Cappy yawns, turns around, and runs off to play with the other dogs. Neil shrugs and takes another bite of poutine.

Neil looks up from his food, searching for Cappy. "Oh shit..." he says, not wanting to lose Sam and Nichole's dog. "Cappy!" he calls, standing up. He spots him over by Carmen and walks over. "Decapitator!" he calls out at the dog, "don't run away from me like that! Sam would kill me - or worse, he might hand me over to Nichole and all of her pregnant fury!" he says. He then notices Carmen standing there. He's immediately embarassed for yelling at the dog in front of her. He thinks of something clever to say, but can't come up with anything, so he just waves and grins. "Hi! His name is Decapitator, but we call him Cappy," he says, gesturing towards the dog.

"Hi, sunshine!" Neil says, waving. "Who's Carmen? Anybody who calls dogs by their names has to be a cool person," he says, every word making sense to him somehow. Cappy butts his head at Neil's ankle, begging for poutine. "No, Cappy, poutine later!" Neil says. Cappy lies down and pouts.

"Ohhh.." Neil says, nodding. "Well...I'm Neil!" he says, offering his hand for a handshake. "Neil is also Neil," he adds after, smiling.

"Nice to meet you too," he says. "So..these are your dogs?" he asks, looking at them playing with Cappy.

ooc: the english language is such a bitch. there are so many rules that only apply to some words. I'm so happy it's my first language.

OOC: nope, never heard of it. is it good?

"Uhh, nope," Neil says, leaning down to pet Cappy. "He's my friends. I think he wanted me to get the dog out of the house so he could be with his wife. She's pregnant and sometimes she scares me, so I came here. I was with somebody but..." he sighs, "..he ditched me."

OOC: I took a look at the show and omg I love it already.

"Cool!" he says, smiling. Cappy runs off and then returns, carrying Neil's container of poutine in his mouth. "Cappy!" Neil says, grabbing the container from him, "Poutine is people food!" he says. He looks down at the food then up at Carmen. "Want some poutine?" he asks. "My friend left his when he ditched me to go hit on jogger chicks."

OOC: oh dear lord he's so much like Jeff that it's scary.

"Er, Poutine. Not pootang," Neil says, laughing. "It's like...french fries. but it's all gravy-y and cheesy and delicious-y. It's Canadian," he says, holding out the container. "It's good, I promise."