"To be honest, I'd open my legs for those little candy things you guys have over here. They're like little chocolate stars and they always seem to melt if you hold them for longer than three seconds but they taste amazing!" he says with a little chuckle. "Wait...how did you know that I'm the receiver? Do I give off certain vibes or...?" Christopher laughs and slaps his thigh hard. This all feels a little surreal for Christopher. It's great but he still can't quite believe that after such a long time hiding it and trying to figure out the best way to tell her, the truth is finally out and went down better than he could have ever imagined. "I couldn't run the risk of you pouncing on Katie though. I'm sure I'll meet her again shortly though and I'll bring you along too. I'll have to keep you on a leash though," Christopher jokes. He rests on the couch as he listens to what Daisy has to say about the situation and tries to make up his mind there and then about what he wants to do but it isn't as simple as that. "Yeah, I get what you mean. I don't want it to seem like I'm hiding who I am but I just feel like it's none of their business. I think...I think that if I'm asked about it, if rumours are brought up again then I'll just come clean and tell them. Not really a fan of the idea of making a big announcement about it. I'll be casual about it all." He runs his hand through his hair and thinks. "I'll need to tell a few other people and my mom before I say anything publicly though." When Daisy asks if there's anyone who is floating his boat in the guy world, he tries his best to mask his smile and shrugs, not saying anything. It's pretty clear that he's taken a shine to someone.

Christopher tuts and playfully pushes her when she jokes about him being a crack whore. "Hey, I don't need any drugs to get by. I'm weird enough as it is. Could you image me on cocaine? I'd be bouncing off the ceiling. Although I have taken ecstasy before...it wasn't really anything great." Christopher shrugs and then pretends to look shocked when Daisy jokes that he really does look like the receiver. "So I guess you've always known I like my groceries dropped off around the back from time to time, yeah? You could have just asked me about it and I would have told you a lot earlier." He laughs and pokes his tongue out at her, still not quite believing that he's actually joking about this situation. "Well if she means that much to you I guess I can arrange something." Christopher smiles and listens as Daisy describes that difficult time during school, something which he never had to endure or worry about. "Well I went to private and performing art schools. A lot of young hopefuls wanting to make it in Hollywood with more money than sense...a lot of flamboyant and "out there" characters...so uh, yeah it was very...liberal. I think everyone was experimenting and no fucks were given. Is it tougher in poor schools?" He didn't mean to sound offensive by referring to her upbringing and public schools as "poor" but being as privileged as he was as a kid and brought up among a community who saw the working class as their lesser, he's used to saying things like that without actually thinking it through. "My mom will be pretty cool with it. I think she'll start embarrassing me though. She'll remind me that I still need to be safe and probably start planning a wedding and stuff." He laughs and starts to rub his ankle, looking down at it and breaking eye contact. "My dad won't like it thought but he's in prison so screw him anyway." When Daisy starts to pull on his arm and push for an answer, he starts to blush and continues to keep his head down. "Fine...I like Dennis from my band." Christopher smirks but as soon as he confesses, the look on his face turns from happy to disheartened as he thinks about the reality of it all. "He's straight though and he knows how I feel. It's a firm no so...yeah, not going to happened. It's another reason why I've been so keen to do many things on my own, away from the band. It's so hard being around him, you know?" Christopher looks back up at Daisy for the first time in a while and gives a half-hearted smile.

Ryan had spent a hectic couple of days or so. After spending a full week stuck in rehearsals for the FCAs, then spiraling into a crazy forty-eight period from landing in London and performing at the award ceremony, he was glad to be back home. The last couple of months had largely revolved around being stuck in a recording studio for twelve hours a day then going back to an empty home for a few hours of sleep before doing it all again. He had made the decision to spend the rest of his summer in his trusty home in Bozeman, Montana, better known as Paradise Valley for its beautiful scenery that included the Yellowstone river running across his vast backyard and a view of the Absaroka Range mountains in the near distance. Ryan had been in the home studio he had built just beside his home, converting a barn into a professional studio, recording some rough demos.

Currently, Ryan was dressed in long-sleeved denim shirt with a pair of dark cargo pants and brown leather boots, while leaning against the railing of his back-porch, looking out at the peaceful scenery as the sun began to set. Running a hand through his formless black hair, he took a long swig of the beer bottle he had in his other hand.

Ryan checked his watch for the time when he had heard a knock of the door, despite the distance between between the back porch and front door, the surroundings were so quiet that almost the smallest sound could be heard. With an eyebrow raised, he headed towards the door, knowing that Amelle Sebert, or better known as rap star Miami would be coming into town today to visit him for a couple of days, yet figured she would give him a call beforehand. When he opened the door, he could easily distinguish her figure, a sly smirk perking at the corner of his lips once his traveled up to meet her face. "Amelle! I thought you were gonna give me a call when you got in." He expressed his thoughts aloud before really not paying too much more mind into it, rather just glad to see her. "Come on in, that's not to imply I'm not glad to see you. Bear could only keep me company for so long." He says with a soft chuckle, mentioning his black labrador who currently ran aimlessly across the backyard. He opened the door further to let her in, grabbing her hand and pulling her closer, giving her a blunt kiss on the lips.

After his last few romantic dealings were drenched in intensity and matters that were beyond his control, it was a welcomed breath of fresh air that things have thus far been rather laid-back and comfortable between the two of them, without ever putting a necessary title on whatever they had going on. He smiled as she spoke, "Fucking tell me about it. I had to be a liar and a ghost the last couple of weeks to not give away that whole surprise. I'm really good at being one of those, at least." He told her with a small wink, keeping a hand on her lower back even after she hugged him. "You know my motto, Ames, there's no place like Montana to just disconnect from your stress and all that big city bullshit." Ryan began to walk forward but stopped for a moment, his eyes admiring her figure. "I like that outfit. I mean, I'll like it even better when it's on the hardwood floor but, all in due time, I say." He grinned at her, before moving along with an arm wrapping along her hip. It was clear as day to any woman he'd ever been with that he was quite the sexual being and he never tried to hide it.

Julia opened her door, her eyes focusing and unfocusing on the face that stood on the other side as she tried to wake herself up more to be able to hold a conversation. She knew it was the middle of the day, but naps were naps, and in Julia's mind, they were something that should be respected. Who was this guy who thought that he could just knock on her door at any hour of the day, and wake her up? She squeezed her eyes tight, and when she opened them, she could recognize him. His name she had dropped from her memory weeks ago, but she had the vague memory of them having a conversation at some point... Leo? Maybe? She didn't know, but she was pretty damn sure his name was Leo. "Hey there," she says, her voice dry from sleep. Behind her, on her small TV, the opening monologue to a Seinfeld episode was playing - like always. "What can I do ya for?"

"Yeah, that seems to be the theme of the floor," Julia said back, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she leaned against the frame of the door. "I can play. Are you... looking for somebody to teach you?" She raised her eyebrow. The guy looked in a hurry, but Julia wasn't really the type of person to do anything at a pace quicker than walking. Plus, she had been woken up from her nap, and this guy was starting to get on her nerves.

Julia glanced back in the direction that Lou was pointing, towards his room. She was pretty sure that her mother had, at some point, told her something about being wary of men who invited you to go back to their rooms after only a few minutes meeting them. But no matter how rude and annoying this guy seemed, he also seemed pretty harmless. And Julia had never really listened to any advice her mother had ever given her anyway. "Yeah, sure. Hold on." She held up a finger and walked back into her front room. There was a small pile of dirty clothes in the corner of the space, and Julia quickly threw all of them into the opposite corner, revealing her guitar underneath. She grabbed it and walked through her front door, closing it behind her. "I'm Julia, by the way," she said, jiggling the door handle to make sure it had latched behind her. "I think we met before, but it's been a while."

Riley finally surfaces from under the water after yet another lap of the pool. He was always such a very active person and despite his recent health scare and ongoing battle with his breathing, Riley doesn't slow down for anyone. Even during his downtime, Riley wouldn't like to slack and now that he's on an extensive and demanding tour, there's even more reason to keep active. He asked Chaelin to join him in the hotel pool after hitting it off with her at breakfast earlier. It makes a nice change from hanging with the Weekend boys and after not being the presence of a young, single and lovely female for some time, Riley is really enjoying getting to know Chaelin a little more. There are jokes and rumours going around online which he is well aware of and Riley is even interested in her himself but he likes to take it slow and not throw himself into the deep end. Ironically, they just so happen to be in the deep end of the pool though. "You seem to prefer watching than actually swimming," he jokes, sounding a little out of breath. Riley smiles and runs a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, I mean observing is fun but it's ten times better when you're part of the action. Gets the adrenaline going." Riley laughs and kicks his feet off the edge of the pool to propel himself further back, allowing Chaelin to lower herself into the water. For Riley, it feels like the right time to start talking to other girls. It's been a long time since his separation with Michelle and he is never one to just look for a quick rebound. Riley also doesn't go for just anyone. He actually likes Chaelin and is enjoying getting to know her more. "Thank you. Yeah our fans are too busy screaming and throwing odd stuff at us on stage to cause damage to anyone else." He laughs and gives Chaelin a warm smile. "With the tour and all the exercising, you must think I'm some sort of adrenaline junkie. I promise I'm not one....well, maybe just a bit. I can be pretty chilled though." Riley smirks and swims a little closer, using his powerful arms to push through the water.