Scott walks over and lifts his jacket from the corner as well, putting it on and buttoning it up. He smiles a little when Riley tells Michelle he'll come back in one place, and then scratches his head. He nods at Michelle and gives her a half smile. "You too, sis. I'll hopefully be around at some time. Touring soon, but I'll give you guys a call sometime." He turns and walks out of the door with Riley. He lights a cigarette when he gets to the garden and sighs, taking a bag of pills from the inside pocket of his jacket. "Don't suppose you'll want one, buddy?" He chuckles before popping one in his mouth and swallowing it.

Scott pulls his jacket around himself when they step outside. It was much colder here than it was in New York, and he felt the wind chill him. He smirks when Riley talks about being able to use a key when drunk. "I once woke up on my parents lawn when I was 15. I thought my dad was going to murder me. Learning drunk door operation is like a life skill they should teach in school." He laughs and lights a cigarette before he feels Riley's eyes burning into him. He knew what the problem was - that pill - but he was damned if he was going to initiate a conversation about it. When Riley asks, he laughs and shrugs. "Just some E....ecstasy, you know" He shrugs again and puts his hands in his pocket as he starts to walk down the street.

Scott shrugs and laughs. "Are you actually serious? Damn, sucks for you, man. When I was 15, I was already on tour. That was when I got home one time and just collapsed on their lawn. I was the bad boy of metal when I was 14. Lost the plot a bit back then." He laughs a little. Scott takes a drag and yawns a little. He could tell Riley wanted to say something about him taking a pill, but he knew he wouldn't. Riley was too polite for stuff like that. Scott nods. "It's nothing much. No great shakes. It just makes you a bit...happier I suppose. I don't do drugs often. Not these days." He laughs. "Not even weed? I hope so. I love crazies."

Scott laughs and shrugs. "Fair enough mate. I guess we all get cool at a different stage in life, eh?" he laughs. "I read a story recently about some dude who used to knock out 28 wanks a day. That....wasn't you was it mate?" he jokes, shaking his head. Scott listens to him talk about weed with Billy, and he scowls at the mention of the Weekend singer's name. He really hated Billy these days. "What made you do it, then man? Like why did you want to smoke it? I only started because when I went on tour all the older bands we were always out there with would do it and I thought all those guys were cool. Scott stops and nods. "Sure. Call a taxi. Besides, it's your call where we go. This is your city, you should know all the best places to go." he laughs.

Despite it being dark, Scott puts his shades on to emphasise his point. "Some never do, my friend, some never do," he says as he places the shades dramatically onto his face. He laughs and shakes his head. "I'm joking mate, you're cool. I never knew before you lot came along that people in pop bands could be so cool. Well, boy bands anyway." He nods slowly. "I think the dude was like addicted to porn or something dangerous like that. Whatever his deal was, it sounds painful as all hell." He smirks. Scott leans against a fence post and takes a drag as Riley talks and phones a taxi. "Yeah, I know what you mean. It can't be easy being the quiet one like that. Believe it or not, I was at one point. I was kind of forced to be more open though. I would never have survived in metal as a 16-year old shrinking violet." He smiles and stands up. "Billy really is a cunt, mate."

Scott looks at the club Riley has taken them to. It wasn't the sort of place he would normally come to. Despite being a huge star, he still loved the relative simplicity of a rock or metal club. Places like this weren't all bad though. Normally they loved celebrities, and that would mean plenty of free drinks for he and Riley - not that either of them exactly needed to be living off handouts. But hey, who was he to complain? Scott puts his shades in the pocket of his long coat and makes towards the fancy door of the fancy club, throwing his cigarette into the gutter. When the bouncer challenges Riley's dress sense, Scott is so surprised that he laughs out loud. He looks at Riley and back at the bouncer. "Now look....I wanna say....Steve....you look like a Steve. I'm not gonna pull the whole "do you know who I am?" crap here, alright? But, I just wanna say that in the time I've been stood here talking to you, I've earned more money than your whole family has in their collective lives. Now if you want to keep making money, lift that lil velvet rope and keep quiet, yeah?" He shakes his head.

Scott walks past the bouncer and nods, thinking he has got one over on him by speaking his mind. However, when the guy stops Riley from coming in as well, Scott shakes his head. "Fucking hell," he mutters. "They really are far more stupid than I thought." He walks back over to the bouncer. "I know what your game is, bud, but believe me, I'm not going to bribe you to let my friend into your shitty club. You are messing with the wrong people though. I would hazard a guess that if we asked your boss if he would rather have me and my friend Mr Hamilton in his club for ten minutes, or you working here forever, you'd be in the dole queue before you had time to even learn how to spell your own name. Now lift this rope and let him in. Or are we going to have a problem here?"

Scott playfully pats the bouncer on his cheek, and he sees that the bouncer wants to smack him, but thinks better of it. When Riley comes through, he sighs a massive relief. "Fucking hell, mate, I was sure he was gonna fucking flatten me there. You owe me a pint," he jokes. As they open the doors and walk in, Scott smiles. The ecstasy was starting to take effect now, and he was feeling uber-confident. He walks in, his arms out to the side like some sort of Jesus figure. "Yes! My kind of people," he yells out loud, before he approaches the dance floor. He's almost immediately swamped by a few fans and he turns to look at Riley, slightly terrified.

Scott laughs and nods. "Good man. Good man. I think they'll sell some posh beer and shit. Just don't be looking for any of your Yorkshire ale or whatever the hell you lot in Beeston neck." He winks and then walks away, not realising that Riley would feel exposed on his own. Scott laughs a little when there are people all around him trying to take pictures of him with them in some sort of "selfie". "Duckface! Duckface," he yells, pouting into one camera. When Riley comes over, he nods. "Hey, listen guys, I have to go with my buddy here to buy a drink, I'll have to leave your dancing. Y'all are dropping some killer moves though. Me? No, I'm saving all my energy for the Casper Slide...Part 2." He laughs and walks to the bar with Riley, ordering two beers. "That was intense."

"I think Billy's bar would be called Buckfast and Fist Fights. What's it actually called again? Silver something is it not? I'm probably totally wrong with that." He laughs as he takes a beer and drinks from it. The bar man, seeing who the two of them are, waves away the money Riley holds out to him. "The joys of being famous, eh?" Scott says as he takes a drink. "You make a fuck load of money and no one wants to take it. Seriously, I hardly ever pay for anything at all. It's weird innit?" He laughs. He smiles as people start to recognise the two of them. "Yes ladies, this is Riley Hamilton and no, you cannot touch his penis, as he is taken." He winks and high fives a few people. "The pill? Nah it just makes you feel happy and like....high for a while I guess. It's fun." He smiles and pushes Riley towards a table. "There, mate, grab it quick."