Scott sees the nervous look in Billy's face and smiles a little that he still has the ability to make anyone worry like Billy clearly was now. He drinks more from his glass and stands up slowly. "I'll be right back guys. I just wanted to let Billy know something." He pats Billy on the back, trying to see if he can see somewhere private where they could "talk".

He nods at Oscar's point. "That's fair yeah. I guess people just see how she is on Twitter and Instagram and stuff and judge that. I gotta say though, buddy, when she never knew who you were on Instagram, that killed me." He chuckles a little, not meaning anything derogatory towards Eilidh with his comments. "I know what you mean. They grow up so fast. When is your next one due?"

Scott shrugs. "I have fans who are much bigger and stronger than them....with bigger beards, I think they would win in a fight," he jokes. "Nah, but like you do get some crazy mental people who follow bands. When I was like 19....there was a girl used to come to my house every night and cry into the intercom. Then she started smashing my windows. And then when I was on tour she hanged herself in my apartment. And that was BEFORE twitter. Imagine what she would be like now." He shakes his head. "But to be fair, I've never seen any of your fans that are quite that bad yet." He laughs when Riley mentions Michelle. "Ha! That must have been awkward yeah. poor Michelle. Did she actually watch it?"

"You are? Sounds good, buddy. Is that the film Kai's in?"

Scott can see that he has pissed Oscar off with his comment about Eilidh. "Sorry," he says. He imagines it can't be easy for Oscar - he knows as much as anyone that Eilidh isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but she's his fiancee and he has to defend her with all that he is. "Really? That's not too long then, huh? Haha well you're still young mate. Maybe you will have more some day."

He nods as he remember the fiasco with the stalker from a decade back. The image of coming home to find someone swinging from their neck in your house is not something that's easily forgotten. "Yeah, it wasn't pleasant. I guess if it happened now and someone was acting like that, I would try to get them help,but I was young and I think I never realised how much of a danger she was to herself until it was too late." He sighs. "I suppose we all have to deal with weird fans. Did she get help?" He laughs at the mention of Michelle laughing at their scene. "I'm sure she loved it mate. It was....art." He chuckles.

"Yeah...Kai's a good guy. A bit intense likes but I've met worse people in my life." He senses something from Oisin. "I'm guessing you don't like him?"

Scott doesn't want to waste any time fucking about, so he walks with Billy into a side corridor, handing a few bills to the bouncer as a little bribe to stay quiet. He waits until the door is closed and grabs Billy by the collar, holding him against the wall. "I think you know what I have the power to do....talk to me like that again and it'll be more than you're fucking dignity you lose, yeah?" He pushes Billy back into the wall and lets him go, straightening himself up.

Scott laughs a little at Oscar's comment."Fair enough buddy. I guess it's always great to know your limits. We're just about to have our third in a few months. I can't wait but I think we'll be done after this one as well. I can picture us bringing up three kids, but I don't think there's any way we could raise four without me being fucking major stressed.You and I can go and get the snip together man, make it a lads' day out." He laughs and winks.

Noticing that Riley looks bothered by the topic of conversation, scott goes a little quiet and just nods as he listens to him. "Yeah....yeah that's great that she got help. I judt wish that our fan had been so lucky. Some times I still blame myself for not realising that she was in so much danger. But I was only 19 at the time and it just never occurred to me at all. I guess in some ways,having someone so obsessed over me fuelled my ego and stuff, you know?" He sighs. "That sounds truly awful, eh?" He notices that Riley is holding something back when he talks about finding someone. "Huh....? Have you....? You know...walked in on someone dead?" He looks intrigued, as if he feels sorry that Riley might have experienced similar to him, but a little pleased that someone knows the sort of guilt and grief he still has to deal with. As he mentions Michelle again, Scott laughs. "Really? Why? My body is pretty bloody serious." He winks.

He nods and listens to Oisin before he lights a cigarette. Scott was never worried about the fact that the law told him he couldn't do things. It was part of being rich that he just had in written into his ego that he could do what he wanted when he wanted. "I don't think Kai likes anyone, mate. At least he doesn't want anyone to think he is. Try not to take it personally and just talk to him. That's what I did."

As Billy pins Scott up against the wall and spills his guts to him, Scott stands there, not fighting back at all but with a smile on his face as he laughs at everything Billy says gently. He looks him right in the eye and laughs and laughs as if to show him that nothing Billy said or did affected him in any way at all. When he lets go, Scott brushes off the front of his suit jacket and smiles. "I'll tell you what, buddy....you really know how to make trouble for yourself. Some day...and I can't be for certain when....but some day....you're really really gonna fucking regret that." He smirks and walks back to the table.

Scott returns to the table with a smile on his face, doing well to hide the fact he had just had any sort of confrontation at all with Billy. He smiles at Oscar. "I don't know mate, I think he must have went for a slash or something." He shrugs - when it came to covering his tracks like this he was the absolute king of poker faces. "Haha alright then, buddy. I can't imagine I would really get it done though. It freaks me out to think that like if I ever got married again I wouldn't be able to have kids."

Scott laughs at Riley's comment. "I guess so. If you see a man with his cock out, there really aren't any more secrets, huh?" He laughs and fixes the collar of his shirt. He sits and looks over at Riley as he listens to him talks about everything to do with death. He doesn't speak, interested in the way Riley almost blames himself for things that were never his fault. It was a strange notion for Scott, the way that Riley seemed to put everyone before himself. Scott had always put himself and his family above everything, and it was the only way he knew. "How can you be responsible for what other people do? I don't understand....it can't be your fault if someone you don't even know does something like that." He then takes a drink as he listens to what happened in Leeds, slowly bringing the glass away from his face as Riley talks through the tale and gets towards the most horrific part....finding his father. Scott sits there wide eyed...almost engrossed in the story, as gruesome as it was, and as awful as it must have been for Riley to recount here in the club. "Your dad..." he says slowly. "What happened?"

Scott laughs and shrugs, not yet sure whether his dislike for Billy should be made public or not. After all, they had a love-hate relationship that sometimes was beneficial, so he didn't want anyone to think he hated Billy just yet. "You should try to loosen up around him a bit mate. He's not all bad. Mostly, but not all." He winks. "Besides, he's drunk anyway and you could totally take him." When Oscar returns, Scott nods in agreement. "I know. I mean I don't want to end up getting it and then later down the line I end up getting remarried and can't have any more kids. It's not likely but you have to think about things like that before doing something so final."

He nods and shrugs when Oisin asks about his career. "I've acted in a few things. One of the main things I've appeared in is Riley's bed.." he laughs. "But I mostly do like modelling stuff. I'm the face of Hugo Boss don'tcha know....well when I don't have the beard. Hahahaha don't worry about the wife. She's used to it. At least she used to be. It's been a while."

Scott listens to Riley talk about fans killing themselves. "I think it's a lot worse these days because of the internet and stuff. I mean your fans basically live on Twitter....but that makes them easy target as well. Hell, I like Weekend, I'd like to see some shit bully me. It is sad though when someone feels like they have no other option. I guess bullies don't see the severity of what they're doing when they're behind a computer screen. It's still not your fault though. You can't be everywhere." He shakes his head. He then listens to the story about his father and looks amazed and shocked all at the same time. "He....really? I mean...fuck, dude I'm sorry to hear that, that must have been horrible to come across. Did you have any idea why...? Or did they ever find out who did it or anything?" When Riley asks for something stronger, he hails a waiter. "Hi...I want some of that vodka with the gold shavings in it.....fuck off, I've seen it on Superbad. Get me it." He laughs as the waiter goes to find his vodka.

Scott nods. "Mate, I think if you want to get fucked, you should get fucked. It's only a bit of alcohol. A bit of a hangover on a....Wednesday morning does no one any harm after all." He smiles.

Scott laughs. "Have you seen how wasted he is mate? I reckon Eilidh could take him just now. Although, in saying that, I bet she learned a bit about boxing from all those kangaroo things she watches huh?" He smiles. "I know what you mean. I had a dick like that in my band as well who had something up his ass for years. He tried to kill me a few times after I fired him. Let's just hope Billy never takes it that far with you...." he winks to show he's joking and pats Oscar on the back.

"I was. I don't know. I might continue it. We had the cast and everything set up, but then I got inspiration to write a new album, so I'm going to be doing that and then going out on tour later on in the year. Maybe next year. Maybe not. I get quite indecisive on things like this." He laughs and then shakes his head, taking a big drink from his glass of wine and sighing. "Yeah....since she got pregnant this time we just pretty much do our own thing at home. I'm in my gym or my studio most of the day." He shrugs. "Fuck knows....I guess it is what it is."

He looks at Riley with a little bit of confusion. "Why the fuck would your fans want to kill your families? Isn't that just.....mental, for want of a better word?" He shakes his head. "So there was like no reason why the guy did it to your dad at all? That must have been hard to take man." He looks at the ground and then up when the waiter brings the vodka he asked for. He smiles and lifts the bottle, opening it. "To your dad," he says, raising the bottle in a sort of salute to Riley's dad before taking a huge swig. He coughs and hands the large bottle to Riley.

Scott laughs at Oscar's comment. "Mate....it could be a messy night. I can't imagine you being drunk though. I think you should just get fucked up so we can see what it's like."

Scott laughs. There was something amazingly sweet about Oscar and Eilidh's relationship. He knew that some people saw it as being weird, but Scott could see how much Oscar loved her and how much he was everything to her. "You guys really have something special, huh? That's cool man." He pats him on the back. "But hey, if you do decide to go for the snip, get it done by just not protecting yourself when she comes flying in with the knee." He laughs and winks. He nods as he listens to what he says about Billy. "Yeah....I guess...I was going to say he needs to learn to grow up, but I know I would be as angry in his position, because I'm a total show off and power whore. But he needs to learn to control it and stuff. Even if people say you're better than him...so what? He still needs to realise his importance to the band, right?"

Scott nods. Normally Oisin, a guy he had just met, giving him advice, would piss him off, but he was in a good mood and the guy seemed really cool anyway. He takes a drink and shrugs. "Yeah....thanks man," he laughs at the Posh and Becks reference. "I hope we'll be cool and stuff, but yeah at the moment we barely get the chance to speak....I think we both don't really know what to say at the moment. I'm sure we'll be fine though. Everyone goes through some strange periods in their relationship."

He nods and sighs a little. "Yeah. I guess it's the side of things people never see. They think you guys have it all and stuff, right? But they never see the amount of messages and things you need to deal with. No amount of money can really take away the crap of having a screaming teenager in your ear everywhere you go." He sighs again and shakes his head. "I think...it's something that I can never fathom...the notion of murder," he lies, having killed twice in the past himself. "The idea of taking away someone else's life....of stopping them from ever doing anything and ever seeing their family again. It's just horrifying." He looks up. "You're a brave man, dude. It takes strength to come back from something like that." When Riley drinks and coughs, scott laughs. "Yeah...it has a bit of a kick.Get some more down you. Everyone needs to be drunk."

"Drunk hugs are the best hugs. No one can hug like a drunk and emotional man, and that's fact. They put everything into that hug." He chuckles and takes back the bottle, taking a long drink. "If that's the case then we need to get him seriously fucking drunk." He smirks and hands the bottle around again.

Scott smiles. "Nah, not corny at all mate. That's when you know you've found the right person for you. It's cool that you two have managed to find each other so young and stuff. Fuck what anyone else thinks. If you know you are in love, then it doesn't matter a damn what anyone else thinks about it." He shrugs and takes a drink, grimacing a little at the taste of the vodka. He looks a little confused. "Really? What does it matter where you came from? If anything he should be proud that he managed to get out of the bad start that he was given in life. A lot of people in his position would have turned to shit and probably be dead by now. He should be happy with what he's achieved, not resent you. Beside it's hardly your fault. And being posh doesn't necessarily mean being happy. I was born into money and my parents were absolute cunts."

As Scott talks to Oscar, he isn't paying attention to Riley for all of two minutes, and when he turns back around, he sees just how much the vodka is affecting the Weekend singer already. He laughs and takes the bottle from him, taking another long swig. He figured if everyone else was gonna be drunk so soon, he had to up his efforts. Years of touring and hard drinking on said tours had made him practically immune. He laughs at Riley slurring. "Don't you worry about being depressing mate," he chuckles. "How many fingers am I holding up?" He puts his hand up in front of Riley, changing the number of fingers he has up all the time. He laughs and turns to Oscar. "I think we'll need to look after this bugger, mate. Otherwise Michelle might kill me. He's fucked and it's barely 9 o'clock."

"Scott is the one guy in your band I never hung out with away from meetings and stuff, you know? What's he like? He sounds like a slightly less scheming version of me with all those drunken promises. When I was just starting out as a touring artist, I would tell girls they could come on the bus and party with us if they sucked my cock. I rarely let them on the bus..." he laughs and then thinks deeply about the situation he used to get into. The drink was definitely starting to have an effect now. "Fuck...that was evil. I was a right bad cunt at some points in my life." He shakes the thought from his head. "You know how many girls I fucked mate? 629.....and the best one was the one I found right at the end....my wife," Scott says, getting a little sentimental. "I fucking love my wife, mate. She's the best."

Scott shrugs. "In the way that wanting to learn to play a guitar was never good enough for their ambitions for me. They were both doctors. I say "were"...they might still be alive now for all I know. I haven't spoke to them since they disrespected Gia." He laughs. "But they can fuck off with their opinions. Who's a fucking multi-billionaire now you pair of fucking rockets?" he laughs, slipping back into his full Scottish accent when he gets a bit more drunk. He nods as well as he listens to Oscar. "I worry that I'll spoil my kids like that as well. I think I'll make sure they all get a job when they're old enough. Just so they can know the importance of hard work. I'll still buy them all the ponies and cars they want though." He laughs.

When Oisin makes the comment about the photo, Scott looks at Oscar. "I hope it's your own cock mate....otherwise Eilidh will need to be worried, eh?" he thinks for a moment about his next question and whether it's a bad idea to ask, but the vodka gives him a massive thumbs up. "Here...I saw that video of you two shagging. I was curious, eh so I had to have a little watch. Who knew you two would be as adventurous as that." He laughs. "I'm only winding you up mate. You looked like you were having top fun." He winks.

Scott watches the way Riley smiles and sways in his seat, noticing how quickly he was getting wasted. In Scott's drunken state though, this was just ten times more funny. "NINE? On one hand?" He laughs hysterically and then falls off the seat, all the time holding the vodka up so that not a single drop of it spills. "Wayhey!" he yells as he gets back to his feet. He takes another swig and decides to sit on the floor to stop the walls from spinning. He could barely believe the alcohol had snuck up on him so fast and made him this pissed. "Who's Michelle? That blonde girl? She's cool," he jokes and laughs at his own non joke.

Scott nods as he listens to Oscar talk about Weekend Scott and he laughs. "Bets and dares it is then! I need to meet the guy now. I like someone like that who doesn't take themselves too seriously. It makes a change from my bandmate. I love Mark, but he doesn't have fun like this. Never. Never had a drink in his life, only slept with one woman, married and just content with life. He's happy but...he's boring." He laughs. "You're about 10 years younger than me as well though aren't you? Average 60 a year for the net decade and you'll get there. Just don't tell Eilidh...shhhhh." He presses his finger to his lips and then looks up when someone touches his shoulder. Being drunk now, he forgot his argument with Billy earlier. "BILLY! Come have a fuckin' drink lad."

Scott laughs hard at the memory of the video - not because it was funny, but because he was drunk and the thought of watching his former employee's arse going up and down made him laugh. "I did see it, yeah. People were praising you both, so I had to see what all the fuss was about you know? By the way, did she actually get it in her eye? It looks like it on the video..." He laughs. "Of course mate, say anything you like."

Scott looks over at Billy as he peers into the distance, looking totally lost. Scott laughs and presses his finger against Billy's cheek before he laughs hysterically. "Cheer up, mate."

When Riley hugs him, Scott is quite shocked and nearly....nearly...drops the vodka before he starts laughing. "Here, Oscar, take this vodka. I need to give this guy a hug." He laughs and hugs Riley back. "Just wait til the papers get a hold of a picture like this....Valentine and client reunited on club floor in live rendition." He laughs as Riley continues to make strange noises. "If he is sick on me, I'll lose my shit," he jokes. "Last time you were in behind me though mate....this feels a lot more romantic." For some reason, he finds this joke hilarious and he bursts into a fit of hysterics. "Romantic..." he repeats.

Scott rests against the table and takes another drink. "Ya know....it's unfair....if we weren't famous, we would definitely have been kicked out by now. I feel sorry for the poor people.....wait...MOREVODKA!" He laughs and then looks down at Riley. "Here....I don't....I dnonn..what? That's not even a word. Shhhhh...let me think." He closes his eyes and thinks what he was trying to say. "I don't think you're supposed to look at a vagina, Mich...nelle wouldn't be happy. Other Dustyn could have a go though," he says, pointing to Oisin.

"Hey hey hey....I hope I get to come to this stag night." He points at them all one at a time.