"Oh Billy's club is called 'The Devil's Playground', it's a really nice place but you know, since you and him aren't on great terms I thought it'd be best to come here instead." He walks over to the table swiftly, making sure that nobody else will get to it first. Riley sits down and drinks more of his beer. "So why do you not like him?" Riley knows that it may sound like a stupid question since Billy has many nasty attributes but he wants to know exactly what it was that rubbed Scott up the wrong way. "He's improved a lot recently. You might be able to sort things out." Throughout their conversation, multiple girls scream the boys names from the other side of the club. Security have to restrain them and one girl throws her underwear at Scott. Riley laughs and covers his face, feeling a little embarrassed. "This is just a regular night for us."

"You see I have no idea who the real Billy is. I've known him for....well, in two days time it'll be two whole years since we formed and just when I think I know him, he does something else. It's like a split personality. I like to think he wants to be nice, I don't think he realises how mean he can be. Maybe I'm wrong though, who knows?" Despite being close friends and like brothers, Riley has no idea that he has spent all this time with murderer and is even sitting with one right now. Considering what happened to his father, if Riley were to find out about Billy's murderous past he would not take it lightly at all. At this moment in time ignorance really is bliss. As Scott hands the underwear to Riley, he jumps and bats them away as if it was some sort of fly. "Imagine what people would think if they saw me holding another girl's underwear?" He laughs then rubs his fingers together. "Ew, those were quite sticky..."

Riley sits forward in his seat, extremely intrigued but a little bit frightened. From what he has seen of Billy, it's pretty obvious that he has a bad temperament which terrified Riley at times so finding out even more dirt and what Billy is really like might be too much to handle. "What.....what sort of things? If it's going to depress us we can just leave it for another time." He laughs a little and drinks more beer. Riley then shakes his head in disgust at the thought of the sticky underwear. "Yeah, I'm in a boy band but I wouldn't touch those. There's no knowing if that person has an infection or something. It could be worse though, I only hit them out of the way, if it were Dustyn here with you he'd scream bloody murder. Anything to do with that region of a female is the work of the devil according to Dust." Even when he was single, Riley still didn't relish in the excessive female attention which lead to some members of the band and some fans to think that he is 'in the closet'.

Riley finishes and looks into Scott's eyes. He can tell that he was being deadly serious and not taking the piss. Whatever it was that Billy had done or had said to Scott it was big. Why would Billy hide it from his own band mates, his 'brothers', to start with? "If it's like private stuff that's to do with his family and that, I don't want to put my nose in. Is it like....criminal stuff? I know he has a record and that."

Riley folds his arms and places them on the table, now really intrigued. Scott had already started to tell the story and there was no way he could just walk away now. If he didn't hear the story now, Riley would be constantly wondering what had happened. "Go on...I won't tell anyone if this is all secret. I promise."

Riley also leans in closer, caught up in everything. As soon as Scott mentions the story of Billy being beaten up and the emphasis he puts on the words 'a gang', Riley already starts to put the pieces together. He is smart and can obviously tell how the story's going to go. "It was you?.....why?" Violence was never one of Riley's favourite topics but he was curious as to why Scott, someone who seemed level-headed during all of their encounters, would beat up a fellow musician.

Ryan Ross Hernandez was known as a charmer. He had a long string of girlfriends in the past who can attest to the fact that he had a way with women that no one outside from his exes could understand the true appeal mind it. These days it was much easier for him to meet someone and take the chance in going on a date, without being so cynical. He was just slowly easing back into it since he had been in a long-term, on-again, off-again relationship for the last few years. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew the amount of media shitstorm he would be throwing himself and any woman he decided to date these days into, but it wasn't a particular fear for him, just a cause-and-effect that came with getting involved with someone. Especially when that person is someone who is in the same celebrity, twisted world he was in. This time he knew the odds would be stacked against him, largely for who he was about to see this evening. That didn't hold him back though. If his time away did anything for him on a personality level, was learning that the opinion of others not close to him meant absolutely nothing.

Ryan drove his car right up to the driveway, checking how he looked in the rear-view mirror, passing a swift hand through his hair. He stepped out of his car, rocking a denim look, with a jacket and pair of jeans that matched, along with a long-sleeved brown underneath his jacket and a visible white undershirt. He walked up to the front door, fumbling with his bottom lip as he checked the time on his leather strap Rolex watch. Ryan knocked on the door a couple of times before leaning his shoulder against the frame of the door, a smirk forming across his lips, looking down to reassess his outfit one final time.

Ryan straightened out a few wrinkles on his denim jacket, choosing not to over-think his outfit for the night very much. He raised a brow as the door opened, his smirk turning into a soft smile as he caught sight of his date for the evening, Isabel Mejores. Pushing himself off the frame of the door, he stood up straight before her, chuckling at her comment. "You know, I'm just trying to keep up when my date might just be one of the most gorgeous ladies in this city, doll." He assured her in his deep, husky voice. Ryan leaned down a bit, meeting her eyes for a moment before turning his head slightly to place a gentle kiss on her cheek and pulling away a second or two later. His eyes trailing up and down her with a sly smirk before he spoke again, "And just as how I expected, even tonight is no different in the fact that you're you're looking absolutely lovely."

"Alright," he said with a simple nod as she turned and headed back inside her home, his eyes admiring her legs in the skirt as long as she was in his eye view. Ryan waited by the door until she came back, his eyes moving back to her as she returned before him. "I'm pleased to know you were talking to your dogs and didn't have like, people kidnapped in your basement. If I had just walked into a horror film, it might have been a deal breaker." He jokingly told her with a small chuckle escaping his lips, taking a few steps back from the front of the door. "Lead the way, Miss Mejores."

Ryan passed a hand through his hair, chuckling at her response to his joke. "No, no. I talk to my dog all the time. I can't keep him inside though, he's the size of a small bear." He walks beside her, looking over at her with a smile as he adjusts his jacket. "Now wouldn't you like to know that, Izzy? It's a Friday night in Los Angeles, there's always something to do in this city." He unlocks his car, opening the passenger door for Izzy. "But right now, I can tell you we're going to dinner somewhere nice and quiet hopefully so we can get to know each other a bit more." He had set reservations earlier in the day for a restaurant in the area, where they could hopefully be left to their own company.