"There were still a bunch of cameras in the bathroom. Granted, the shower glass was frosted over but you can still make out what's going on. Plus you know that I can be rather loud so it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what I was doing." He chuckles. "I didn't want to do anything like that. My mother was watching. I just guess human nature got the better of me the night that we fooled around." Christopher laughs and walks back out of the bathroom, looking very smart and filling the air with a whiff of expensive aftershave. "I think that there will be a reunion show soon or we might all meet at an award ceremony. I'm thinking about having a little reunion on my new show." This is the first time he has mentioned a show. Obviously this is another thing that has slipped his mind. "I hope that I have a baby boy. That way he can be a Christopher 2.0. I have absolutely no idea how to handle girls and have no idea what they are thinking. Girls are absolutely terrifying." He laughs and sits on the edge of the bed again as they talk about the racy pictures. "Well I whipped it out on CBB once so it's all good. Oh and yeah very erect. I even gave them a good "shot" in one." He gives a little wink before patting Daisy on the leg. "So shall we go get...um, what's a cool slang word for drunk?"

"I don't know. I just feel like touching yourself comes across as dirtier than actually having sex. No idea why though. I suppose you're right. Everyone does it. The amount of times I've walked in on my band mates beating off would be enough to scar anyone for life." he chuckles. "Yeah I am really loud, unfortunately. I just get caught up in the moment though. I've been informed by friends that they've heard absolutely everything through my walls." Christopher laughs and checks his phone briefly to make sure he hasn't missed something exciting. Since leaving the house, offers and opportunities have been coming his way in boatloads. He finds himself receiving interview requests every five minutes. "Oh, I didn't tell you about the show? Well the Big Bro people wanted to keep me because I'm so fucking adorable." he chuckles. "Yeah, um, they want me to host a new show called Big Brother's Bit on the Side. It's like a roundup of the events of the past week in the house, there's interviews, skits, audience participation, live performances. Seems like a good gig. They're looking for a female presenter too so they might be knocking on your door soon, Daisy." Christopher smiles and places his phone back into his pocket. "If I had a daughter, I'd be standing on the roof with a sniper rifle, taking out any boys that come within 20 feet of the house. I guess I just feel naturally protective of girls. I know they can handle themselves but...I don't know. It's just an instinct." Christopher laughs and takes hold of Daisy's hand. "Well my mum and step-dad knew about the job and were cool with it. Plus I was 100% sure none of them would type in "BlueBoyz.com" and stare at naked pics of their son." He laughs and heads towards the door. "Yeah, let's go get smashed."

Christopher and Daisy have been out at this upscale London bar for four hours now and it's breaking into the wee hours of the day. It's safe to say that neither of them are sober nor remember even entering the bar. They had walked around earlier, attracting some attention from fans and it was a bit of a culture shock to Christopher. His band are mainly based in the US, so that's where he is recognised most and even then it's always "There's The Stat Nerds!" rather than "There's Christopher Hudson!" so experiencing this much attention in a country he was once relatively unknown in is quite something. They had past Billy Khan's club and despite it being hailed as one of the best around, it wouldn't be wise to go into since Billy and Christopher aren't exactly the best of friends.

"D-Dais-aisy....you want an-o-ther drink?" Christopher slurs as he crawls across the booth to speak into her ear in an attempt to drown out the loud music and background chatter. Christopher very rarely gets drunk but when he does, he's hilarious. He's basically the exact same, lovable but sometimes dim self only with even less awareness. His hair was perfect and pristine at the start of the night but it's now all scruffy and his white shirt has half of the collar turned up and isn't buttoned properly. "You...you....YOU..are the bests."

Christopher laughs when he sees the state that Daisy is now in, not realising that he is exactly the same as her. When Daisy begins to laugh, it rubs off on Christopher and his laughter becomes even more uncontrollable. The pair can probably be heard over everything else going on in the club. "You...you want...t-t-two drinks?" he says, raising an eyebrow. "Well a-alright then. What....what you want to dri-ink?" When Daisy leans forward and wraps her arms around Christopher's neck, he smirks but doesn't really care that she is this close. Others would see this as a very flirtatious and intimate move but for Christopher, this is just Daisy being Daisy. He's used to being around her and it's not as if they haven't been this close before. He laughs and rests his forehead against hers. "You....you're drunk. You..did...did you know that?"

The more Daisy laughs, Christopher just laughs ten times harder. When he's sober he's very cheery and has a brilliant sense of humour but now that he's drunk, the slightest thing is just hilarious to him. "You...you sh-shouldn't be drinkin...drinkenening that much 'cause it's bad. It's bad, Daisy. Y-you...ya don't want to do bad stuff now, do you?" Despite being absolutely paralytic with the drink himself, Christopher thinks it's a good idea to start giving out life advice. "Drinking is bad. That..th-that's why I'm the des...the des-enigennated driver." He says as a taps on the table like he's trying to prove a point. When Daisy says that he's wearing lipstick, he just looks right through her. Firstly, because he's totally confused and secondly, he's finding it hard to keep her focused in his vision. After the kiss, he smirks with a sort of delayed reaction. "You taste like li-lipstick and wine."

Dustyn lays in bed next to his boyfriend, Dallas. It has been such a tiring week for the singer and he'll be glad to see the back of it. Family feuds and a grueling work schedule are just the tip of the iceberg. His father has been giving him an earful as usual. The man just cannot seem to accept his sons sexuality and makes no bones about expressing his distaste towards it. The amount of hours Dustyn has spent crying over the whole situation this week has really taken its toll on him. Things in the Weekend camp aren't great either. With a single due out on the 29th of this month they are preparing for live performances and are making a few last minutes to the record but as usual, Billy has been very forceful and harsh on the group. Billy claims he's a perfectionist but it just seems like he loves being a bastard more than anything else. Shay is also going through a bad phase at the moment. He screams whenever Dustyn leaves the room and will not settle for anyone else apart from Blake who is Dustyn's ex. The kid is also starting to shy away from anyone else who isn't Dustyn. Shay used to be great with people but even when Dallas (who he's usually great with) arrived today, he just hid behind Dustyn. A screaming, clingy two year old doesn't exactly help ease off the stress. Now that Dallas is here though, Dustyn feels a little more relaxed and he's finally starting to unwind for the first time this week. The kids are all asleep and now the two can have some quality time, even if it is just laying in a pitch-black room just chatting. Dallas always has a calming effect on Dustyn. He's like his only real sense of normality and his easygoing personality really helps too. Dustyn rests his head against Dallas' bare arm and sighs happily. "You has no idea how great this feels. I get to lie in my own bed, you is here, I don'ts need to head into the studio or rehearse tomorrow and the boys is finally all settled down at the one time. This is perfection." He chuckles and kisses Dallas' arm.

Dustyn snuggles into Dallas, feeling rather safe and secure around him. This week has just not been kind to him at all. Dustyn is known for being very positive and easygoing. He tends to just be his usual, giggly self throughout things and takes it all on the chin but now it just seems like he's had enough. Dustyn loves singing and performing but rehearsals this week have just been terrible and he can't even think of a positive thing to say about it now. Oscar and Billy are always at each other's throats, Scott turns up whenever he feels like it and Riley's losing his voice so there's not a moment that goes by when someone isn't pissed off at another member. All the shouting just goes right through his head. Another thing that is slightly off about Dustyn is that he usually does anything for his boys without batting an eyelid. They cry and he comes running to cover them with hugs and kisses, gushing over them. Now, whenever they cry, Dustyn feels like crying too and can't do anything without a sigh or moan. His batteries are well and truly dying. "So what's up with you? You isn'ts saying much, Dally." Dustyn turns to face him despite not being able to see much in the dark room. He doesn't want to bore Dallas with his problems. He'd rather hear about what his boyfriend has been up to.

Dustyn yawns and moves around slightly to get more comfortable, getting a little closer to Dallas. He loves whenever Dallas is around as he always makes him feel good about himself and he tends to forget about things in his presence. Whether it's a conversation or just a hug, Dallas can always manage to lift a weight off of his shoulders. "You makes a good pillow" he says with a little giggle as he cuddles into his boyfriend. Spending some quality time together in this calm atmosphere, laying in a dark room on an extremely comfortable bed is just bliss. Dustyn listens as Dallas tells him about what he's been up to. When he mentions Kellin, Dustyn tries his best to hide his distaste. He didn't like the fact that the guy just seems to go off and do his own thing, leaving Dallas behind when he's supposed to be committed to the band. When your group is starting to make a name for itself and are so close to releasing their debut album, the last thing you want to do is turn your back on it. Dustyn doesn't dare comment though as he doesn't know the ins and outs of it all. He's just going by what he reads and how he sees it from the outside looking in. "Aw, come on! We all know that you is the talented one. What would Juneau be without you?" Dustyn rubs Dallas' arm as a way to show support and reassurance. When Dallas asks why he was laying down, he takes a moment to think. He is unsure whether or not to spill the beans because he doesn't want to bore or annoy him but a problem shared is a problem halved. "Well things has just been tough in the band. We is close to releasing a new single and rehearsing for our world tour. It's stressful and tensions is high. Billy's not exactly being a ray of sunshine." He sighs and clears his throat. "And um...well Shay's going through a difficult stage. He just cries whenever I leave the room. He just screams and goes red. You'd think someone had hurt him. He's getting so clingy now and it's hard when I is busy. It's just so tiring. Obviously I love and adore my son but it's getting so hard to cope." Dustyn takes hold of Dallas' hand. "Thanks for coming by the way.....I needed some sanity."

Dustyn laughs and pats Dallas firmly on the chest. "You doesn't have moobs, Dally. Even if you did you'd still be sexy so you don'ts need to worry about a thing." Dustyn closes his eyes and lets out a long, happy sigh when Dallas puts his arm around him and runs a hand through his hair. It's just so comforting and it's been a long time since he's had a relationship like this. Adam wasn't really like this with him and Blake lost heart and went MIA a good few months before they officially called it a day. With Dallas, at least he knows where he stands. When Dallas starts to talk about Kellin again, he laughs lightly and shakes his head. Sure, Kellin is very talented but he doesn't want Dallas to feel inferior compared to him. He's seen enough of people feel like that considering he's witnessed what Scott in his band goes through on a daily basis. Everyone should feel equal and part of everything. "But if you left, Juneau would suck because they wouldn't have that spark. Your voice is like the root of it all. There's no Juneau without Dallas Horatio Conners....I made that middle name up by the way 'cause I don't know if you have one or not." Dustyn giggles and gently squeezes Dallas' hand. "Billy is actually my closest friend in the group but lately he has been really bad. Yeah, the guy has a personality disorder and he's on medication so I do feel bad for him but sometimes it's like he uses that as an excuse to be nasty." When they talk about Shay, Dustyn looks a little sad. As much as it annoys him and makes him want to burst into tears, he's always going to be more concerned about Shay's well being. He hates seeing his kid in distress. "Yeah a lot of kids go through it. I just has to grin and bear it I suppose." He then lets out a little laugh when Dallas suggests that he's only here because TV was shit. Dustyn nudges him and laughs. "Oh, you! You know you just loves my amazing company." Dustyn smiles to himself, happy to be joking around and just feeling normal for once. He notices that Dallas is still fully clothed and is starting to feel the heat from the room as well as the body heat. Dustyn sits up and turns to face Dallas. "You wanna get into something lighter, more comfortable? Mind if I open a window a little bit? I is sweating like a dyslexic on Countdown. I is slightly dyslexic myself before you gets all up in arms." Dustyn giggles.

Dustyn giggles and slides up the bed a little so his face is level with Dallas'. "I like it when you say the word dude. It's so....American." He laughs lightly and gently grabs Dallas' chest, pinching his nipple through his shirt jokingly. "Yeah, right enough. You has a good pair on ya! You put Suzie to shame, Dally," he jokes. "Are lead singers really that disposable though? I mean, wouldn't that make it seem like a different band? If there is a singer for like, say the first four albums and then there's this totally new voice on the fifth one, wouldn'ts that be a little odd?" Dustyn still very much sees everything from a fan's point of view and yes, it might be odd replacing a lead singer but for everyone behind the scenes and handling the money of a band, as long as things are selling then it doesn't matter who is in the band. When Dallas fails to comment on Billy again, he decides to just drop it. Billy Khan tends to divide opinions like the whole Yes/No campaign. When Billy and Dustyn are together, anyone could see that they are actually good friends but if Dustyn can trust Billy then there's not many that he wouldn't. He can be very naive at times. Dustyn chuckles and gives Dallas a playful wink. "Oooh, lace undies. Is I discovering a new side to Dallas Conners?" He pokes his tongue out and hops out of the bed, running across the room in his "Kiss me, I'm Irish" boxers to open up a window. Dustyn exhales, trying to cool himself off as he climbs back into bed, remaining in a kneeling position so he can talk to Dallas as he's sat up. "I don'ts think I follow too many gay stereotypes. Although Madonna is my queen and I has a whole collection of show tunes. OK then, I is a big gay boy!" Dustyn laughs and gives Dallas a very long but soft and subtle kiss. "Thanks again....for being here." Dustyn smiles, giving Dallas a look which shows that he truly appreciates having his company tonight.