Katie smirks. "Lots of people go in that club and never come out, freaky huh, yeah cuddling is good babe, we can do whatever you want sexy, I'm all your" Katie then kisses him.

"So if you has jelly and jam then what the heck is jello? Is that the same thing. Is it different names for different countries? I mean, I prefers jam out of all of the above but what if jam is different here and I asks for it and they gives me jelly instead? There's too many j's and my head hurts." Dustyn lays his head down on the table before quickly lifting it back off, not liking the feeling that is covering the surface. "Ew. Moist." It had only been a few months since they last met in person but Dustyn looks quite a bit different. First of all, he's clearly grown a little. Although still very short, he's more in the 5'5 region now. Dustyn's also starting to lose the babyish look in his face, looking slightly maturer. The tongue piercing, slight traces of facial hair and the deeper voice only add to it all. He's not drastically different but he's just turned 19 and clearly maturing.

Dustyn plays around with a napkin while he listens to Erich disown jello. "So it's like me then? My family pretend I don't exist but it's OK 'cause it saves me money when it comes to buying gifts for the holidays." He giggles and picks up a menu. "Yeah, better moist than sticky. Although sticky can be a good feeling at times. I think they has just been cleaned. It smells like cheap, artificial lemon." Dustyn laughs when Erich picks up on his change in appearance. It's something that he can't really notice himself but he knows that he must look a little different since almost everyone seems to be making these kind of remarks. "You think I is a bit different too?" he giggles. "Only difference I can see is the tongue piercing." Dustyn sticks out his tongue to show of a stud which has the Irish flag on it. Tacky for anyone else but not on Dustyn.

"Limp and wobbly. That sort of sounds like a lot of the guys I'd let fuck me for coke money back when I was a raging addict," Dustyn says very bluntly and perhaps a tad too loudly, causing a few heads to turn. "Well they isn't really giving me shit, as you put it. They just act like I don'ts exist. My dad...he still hates me though and doesn't even try to hide that." Dustyn looks down at his menu and despite saying that he doesn't care in the past, it's pretty obvious that is still hurts him to this day. When Erich brings up Dallas it sort of lightens up the mood, bringing a smile to Dustyn's face. "Yeah, I is still with Dally. Why does you think I got the piercing?" He gives a little wink. "I don'ts get to see him as much as I'd like to but yeah, still hanging on in there."

Dustyn giggles when he sees Erich's eyes widen and wants to reassure him that that way of life is behind him now. "Don'ts worry, I don'ts do that stuff anymore. That's back when I was little drugged up man whore. Now I is just a regular user." Dustyn chuckles. A while ago he would have ended the sentence by saying he was clean now but since November, he sort of fell back into the habit again which is a shame considering he was doing so well. "Oooh that sounds nice. I like chicken and I like corn. Anything with those two is surely a hit." Dustyn smiles and places the menu back down on the slightly moist table top. "Oh yeah, I mean it's totally for St Patrick's Day. I always get that and blow jobs mixed up." Dustyn laughs. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly pipes up again. "I gots my right nipple pierced too!"

"So what about you? Now that you is a dad, has you cut down on the drug consumption? Like, I don'ts do anything around the kids but when they isn't around...well, dads is still allowed to has fun too, right?" Dustyn giggles and raises an eyebrow when Erich makes a remark about label heads. "Hey, Weekend own a label. Is you trying to call us ugly?" Dustyn puts on fake frown but can't manage to keep it for long before giggling again at Erich's mystical sound. "You is a total weirdo but I still love you." Then, out of nowhere, Dustyn starts to unbutton his shirt in front of everyone. "Here, look at my nipple." And he called Erich the weirdo. "Yeah it was fecking sore alright. I has been stabbed and I'd rather go through tht again than has my other one pierced. The results is great though. Makes me feel all tingly, especially in bed. Um, not that your son ever has sex. I just mean when the covers brush against it. I is a good boy." Dustyn giggles and opens up his shirt to show off the little silver stud. It would also be hard not to notice how manly his body is looking now. With the formation of some abs, pecs and traces of chest hair, he really does look more manly than ever.

Dustyn giggles and swings his legs under the table. "I still smokes weed too. I just hate the smell of it. It smells so...trampy." After a few more swings of his legs, he kicks off his shoes under the table and rests his feet on Erich's lap. "That's more comfortable. You don'ts mind, do you?" he says with a little giggle. "Yeah we own a label and doing a pretty good job which is surprising." He laughs and shakes his head at Erich's accent. "Yeah, you really is a weirdo but it's cool because I is one too." Dustyn buttons up his shirt after chuckling when Erich touches his piercing. It was a combination of pleasurable and ticklish. "It's pretty dandy, isn't it?" He finally manages to do the top button back up. "I just got stabbed because the guy decided he didn't like me. I has been through worse things in life though," he says, giving a little shrug. "Feels weird knowing that you has seen my nipples. I is usually such a private, quiet person." Dustyn laughs and gives a mischievous wink.

Dustyn giggles when Erich gives his foot a shake as it slightly tickles him. "Careful, you'll has me squealing all over the diner if you does that again. I is so ticklish. I can'ts even get a massage without laughing. Massages is funnier than Two and a Half Men. Although that wouldn'ts be hard to be honest." Dustyn smirks then shakes his head at the mention of The Stat Nerds. "Nah, they is nothing to do with us.Before you ask, no I doesn't hate them but yes, Weekend would still win in a fight.2 He pokes his tongue out and giggles before raising his eyebrow. "Stabbed because she likes you? Do not introduce this woman to Billy whatever you do!" He genuinely looks concerned as he pictures the possible bloodbath that would take place. Dustyn bursts out into a fit of laughter as he watches Erich take off his shirt and throw it across the room. He looks at his bare chest in disbelief. "Did you really just do that or is I on the coke again? It's hard to tell. Nothing ever seems normal when you and I is together." He continues laughing as Erich rubs the glass against them. "Just as well it wasn't a more intimate piercing. We'd have been thrown out by now. I has no idea how anyone could pierce...down there. Billy has five. Although he is insane so I isn't surprised."

If there was one thing Daisy loved about her rise to mild fame, it was the fact that she had got to meet so many cool new people. Growing up in East Kilbride meant that most of her friends were the same sort of people, and almost everyone she knew was Scottish and quite poor. Now, though, now she had the chance to hang out with the rich, famous and beautiful, and she absolutely loved it. One of the people she had been most pleased to meet was Faith Browdy. Faith had been one of those girls that Daisy looked up to a bit when she was still trying to make it. Faith was a self made girl, building herself up as a strong business woman all the way from the bottom and eventually owning her own label. Daisy loved that strong woman aura that Faith gave off. And when they had met at the end of Warped Tour, it also conspired that Faith was one of the sweetest people Daisy had ever met. She clicked with her straight away, which was amazing, and the two had been friends ever since. Daisy loved having someone so relaxed and cool to hang out with as Faith.

"Do you want me to get you some food? Something to eat?" she yells through to the living room from the kitchen of Faith's apartment as she pops the lid of a wine bottle and discards the cork into the sink. "I can cook something if you want," she says absentmindedly as she looks for some glasses for the wine. Daisy worried a little about Faith, as much as she loved hanging with her. When they first met, one thing they had in common was that they loved to drink, but now it was some months down the line, and it seemed like Faith had never stopped drinking. Although Daisy knew she was having a hard time accepting the end of her marriage to Kai Rollins, she was worried that her new friend was going to do herself some damage. She wouldn't interfere, though. Daisy wasn't like that, and she knew that people could get better themselves as long as they had someone there to show they cared. So she was determined to be the best friend she could be, even if that did mean having a drink with Faith. She finds two glasses eventually and smiles, blowing the dust out of them and placing the glasses on the counter. She smoothes her black skirt down and then picks up the glasses and bottle of wine before walking into the living room.

Daisy looks around when Faith says there wouldn't be much food around. She was probably right, Faith never kept much food in her apartment, it seemed, but if there was anything, she should probably eat it. Daisy sometimes got the impression Faith would forget to eat when she was drinking a lot. She found a bag of salted peanuts in an otherwise bare cupboard and laughed a little to herself. "Oh, Faith. Always keeping yourself healthy," she says to herself, shaking her head a little. Looking out for someone like this wasn't new to Daisy. She had an uncle who had fallen into bad times and ended up drinking a lot when Daisy was about 14, and she had tried her best to look out for him as well. In fact, she had learned that just being there would help someone a lot. Most people would be shocked that she was going to drink with Faith, who was clearly struggling with alcoholism, but Daisy knew there was no point in denying her alcohol at this stage. For one she would find a way to drink anyway, and for two it was hardly going to make her feel like she was ready to face the world again to be told she was a freak for drinking too much. Daisy was confident that as long as she had a friend who cared for her around, someone who never judged her and just had fun, Faith would shake herself out of it eventually. "Cute delivery guys?" she asks as she walks into the room. "Yeah, that sounds totally like my cup of tea," she says sarcastically with a roll of her eyes and a chuckle. "Fried rice does sound good, though." Daisy walks to the table and puts the wine and glasses down just as the movie loads. "What are we watching today then?" she asks as she pours each of them a glass, making sure to give them equal amounts so Faith didn't think she was trying too hard to protect her. "You know me. I'm always happy to take other tips. Some would say I prefer those tips to money," she winks, playfully pushing her butt out towards Faith when she purses her lips at her. Daisy smiles and sits beside her on the couch, looking at Faith. "So how have you been? Missed my hot ass?" she asks with a little wink.