Dustyn Blue-Williams of Weekend sits in a booth on his own. Something is clearly wrong right away. Dustyn is never on his own, usually he is with his husband Blake or his son Shay but they were nowhere to be seen today. Another strange thing as that he is in 'The Dirty Bastard Hotel and Casino', a place he hates as it holds many bad memories. It was in the male toilets here that a drunken Dustyn had sex with a girl (as he was in denial about being gay) and it was quickly printed in all the magazines and papers, months later he became a father at age 16.

He sits drinking a glass of orange juice as he is too young to buy alcohol. He seems to be staring into space, probably thinking about something important. Dustyn wasn't really smiling which was odd as he is known for his upbeat and cheery personality. Dustyn is wearing a white vest, cream coloured shorts and trainers without socks as he is trying to keep cool in the summer heat.

Dustyn looks up at Emerald with a confused look on his face. He knows he's seen her face before but as usual, he's forgotten. Dustyn clears his throat. "Um....who is you again?"

Dustyn smiles as soon as he remembers her. "Oh yeah! Sorry, I did forgetting.....I do that a lot." He runs his fingers through his blonde hair. "What brings you here?"

"Fun? I don'ts know if I can have fun......been feeling too down."

Dustyn looks a little concerned. He stands up but doesn't follow her just yet. "Where...w-where is we going?"

"Oh....OK but what if you get caught?"

Dustyn notices stuff fall out of her bag but doesn't really get to see what it was. "OK but if I get a bit drunk, don't let me do something stupid."

Dustyn takes a sip then coughs "Jesus, how strong is that!?" He then giggles.

Dustyn takes another sip then screws up his face due to the powerful taste. "It's.....different." He laughs a little then takes out his phone. He looks at it then sighs before putting it back into his pocket.

"That's the problem....I think Blakey is forgetting about me. I always send him texts, I always go and give him kisses and cuddles, I always say I love him, I always su-....eh....'do things' in bed but it's like I have to do those things first. He's only romantic with me if I start things off. He never randomly tells me he loves me, the only times he does say those words is if I say them first." Dustyn takes another sip of his drink. "I hope he isn't losing interest in me. I love my Blakey."