When Faith runs off to get changed, Kai chuckles a little and walks through to the kitchen. He had kept it quiet, but when he bought the ring, he had splashed out on a rather fantastic slim fit Prada three piece suit for himself. He quickly slips it on with a white shirt and tie that matched Faith's current hair colour. He wanted to surprise her by looking different to how he usually did to make her see how much this meant to him and how much of a special occasion it was to Kai. When he buttons up the waistcoat and jacket, he looks in the mirror and straightens everything up, smiling and running his fingers through his hair to make it lay straight. He returns to the living room just as she comes running back in, the sense of excitement absolutely oozing from her. To Kai, she looked absolutely stunning, dressed in a way that made her look so gorgeous, classy, but still distinctly Faith. He stares for a moment before walking to her and holding her hands. "You look like a princess. My princess," he says, spinning her slowly again. "You're so perfect Faith. You look so beautiful. I'm the luckiest man in the world."

Koda arrived outside of Sara's home, he paid the taxi fare then wandered up towards the front door as the taxi sped away quickly. Koda was casually dressed pretty much as always, his relationship with Sara was already a easy and relatively care-free one, a relationship where they don't really seem to have to try too hard, they just both get along with ease. Koda brushed his hair from out of his face and knocked on the front door, yelling through the glass, "Open up, I'm not a serial killer!" he said through a chuckle, "I just wanna play!" he attempts to say in a sinister voice, which doesn't really work out considering Koda's big hearted and friendly nature. He waits for Sara to open the door.

Koda smiles as Sara opens the door, he hugs her and makes his way inside. "I'm incredible, yourself?" he asks with a smile as he wanders towards her kitchen in a search for food, "You got any mozzarella sticks? I'm starving" he says as he waits for Sara to follow him through to the kitchen.

Koda shrugs and pouts, "Well today just took a disappointing turn!" he says jokingly as Sara tells him there's no mozzarella sticks. He looks in the pantry and finds a bag of Doritos, "Score!" he says with a smile as he hops up onto the kitchen worktop, patting the space next to him for Sara to sit beside him.

Koda laughs and shakes his head, "But they're so good!" he says with a mouthful of chips. He places his arm around her lower back and kisses the top of her head. "Your hair probably smells of Doritos now. Sorry" he laughs, "Ahh, ya know? Just saving the world and sh*t, the usual." he smiles, "How about you? I hear your song blew up the airwaves, you sneaky little thing"

It had been a long flight back from Heathrow for Jordan Avery. He had joined Kai Rollins' band just a few weeks ago, but due to the fact he still had some previously booked DJ sets to play at some of London's biggest clubs, he was only joining Kai for select dates on Warped Tour at the moment. Having played in London on the Saturday night, he had had to jump straight back on a flight to make it to New Jersey for the next Warped date. He had landed only an hour before, looking tired but still somehow full of life. He was dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a blue Penetralia shirt as he stepped out of a cab near the Warped parking lot, ready to rejoin his new band. But it was clearly not going to be that easy. As he neared the security checkpoint, he frantically patted his pockets before coming to the awful realisation that he had left his access all areas pass back in his apartment at home. As he nears the security guard, knowing he won't be recognised at all thanks to being new to the scene, he scratches his head. "Listen...I'm in Kai Rollins' band. I left my pass in London, but I promise you I'm telling the truth," to which the security guard laughs and shakes his head, looking directly into Jordan's electric blue eyes. "You think I was born yesterday, son?" he says with a real venom, before he turns back to his colleague, dismissing Jordan entirely.

Jordan sighs loudly and runs his hand through his hair frustratedly. In some ways, he wished he was more like Kai at a time like this. His bandmate would have kicked off and made noise until he got in no matter what. Jordan looks down at his bags for help, but unfortunately for him, his keyboards and decks were already on the bus, and that was inside. He tries calling Kai to no avail, before he starts to get a little panicky. If the tour rolled on without him, how would he know where to go? He walks back to the gate. "Hey...how can I prove to you that I'm really in the band?" he asks. "When I see you on stage, I'll believe you're in a band," the security guy says with an evil little grin. "But....how? I'm out here, how am I gonna get on stage?" he asks with an increasingly worried tone. "Ain't my problem," the guard laughs, before Jordan walks away dejected. He felt quite humiliated that security were making fun of him like that. Normally he was the cool guy at parties, the life and soul, and the sort of person that people wanted to be around. But he wasn't yet beaten. He was unaware he had an audience, so he decided to try something, approaching a fence which he was sure he could scale. He looks both ways before tossing his rucksack high over the fence, watching it land with a thud on the other side.

As soon as his bag hits the floor, Jordan regrets tossing it over. He just had to climb now. He didn't want to be stranded and without his things after all. Still not aware that My Girl Friday are watching him, he takes a deep breath and steps back. "Never say never," he sighs to himself before he rubs forward and jumps at the fence with as much power as his legs can muster. The problem was that the fence itself wasn't permanent, and whoever had erected it had not put in all the effort they might. It meant the second Jordan hit it, it just collapsed forward, taking him with it and leaving him landing hard on the conrete floor below with a groan. He was in, sure, but at that moment he wondered if it was entirely worth it. The fall was comical, and thankfully he wasn't badly hurt, but the pain in his knee was immediate and jarring. After what seems like an eternity when anyone looking on might have thought he was dead, Jordan moans and pulls himself up into a seated position. He shakes his head and wipes dust off his shirt. "Fucking...ouch," he says loudly.

While Jordan was not expecting the fence to betray him in the rather hilarious way it did, he definitely didn't expect to hear someone so joyful at his fall from grace. Less than 24 hours ago he was playing to a packed London club, and now here he was, apparently the butt of a joke. He just manages to drag himself to his feet, ready to sulk off to Kai's bus, when suddenly someone walks over to him. He sees her cute smile and laid back appearance and smiles a little when she offers him a lager. "Oh, fantastic, yeah," he smiles, taking it from her. "I'm in...I'm really actually in a band, by the way. I'm not just sneaking in. I forgot my pass," he says quickly, hoping she won't eat him out to his friends in the security team. "I'm Jordan."

Jordan nods when she questions him and opens his lager, which immediately sprays all over him, making him jump back and try to stop the flow with his mouth. "This...just isn't my day, is it?" he laughs a little, accepting his fate now. He didn't expect Amelia to recognise him since he had only played a few dates, and he hadn't seen her around on his fleeting visits so far. "Oh, no. I am one of those crazy fans. I just happen to be in a band as well," he chuckles, before shaking her hand. "Nice to meet you, Amelia. I've heard you guys are killing it! I'm Jordan. I'm in Kai Rollins. The band, I mean, not the man." He laughs again. If there was one positive to his mishaps so far, it was that he at least got talk to someone incredibly cute.