Nichole laughed as took a sip - or Nichole's version of a sip, which was really her drinking more than half of her Tom Collins in a single swallow - and nodded her head. "Absolutely," she said back, her voice dropping into a Southern Blanche Devereaux accent as she continued, "It's a dog eat dog world, and I'm wearing no underwear." She laughed at herself for a moment, before turning back to the drink, finishing it with another "sip." "What were you talking to our new life-long friends about?" she asked jokingly, motioning to the elderly people who had moved as far away from the couple as possible.

"Oh, no, darling, you're really much more the Betty White of this duo. You're hilarious, timeless, and I think about you a lot while I'm showering," Nichole said back with a wink, giggling. She absolutely adored her relationship with Erica - no matter how dramatic or strenuous it got. If she were honest, had it been devoid of all the drama it had caused in their lives, Nichole probably wouldn't be as into it. But on the quiet - or quiet-ish - nights like this, when there was nobody else in their group around, Nichole could remember why she fell in love with Erica in the first place, and that made her absurdly happy. "I've always wanted my love to take breaths away," she said in a low and dramatic voice - but with a tinge of jest so that Erica would know she was joking - when Erica discusses the possibility of them killing off a few of the old timers in the bar by making at the bar. "Oh, good. What kind of prosthetic limbs did you barter off of these people? Anything hot?"

Nichole gives Erica little wink when she says that she's the best thing to ever happen to her. The feeling was mutual, of course, but expressing something like that had started to become difficult for Nichole over the past year or so. She adored Erica with all of her heart, but more and more, the fear of losing Erica had started to creep into Nichole's mind... and if Erica was going to leave her, Nichole wanted to make sure Erica didn't have the idea that she was leaving her as heartbroken as Nichole surely would have been. So perhaps over the past few months, Nichole had become less affectionate towards her girlfriend than she normally had been. It hadn't been brought up yet, but surely Erica would have noticed. "Ah, damn. I guess we'll just have to continue using our own hands and feet to get off," she says back when the truth is revealed that Erica hasn't secured them any prosthetic parts. She leans against her girlfriend lightly, her head resting on her shoulder as she makes a motion to the bartender to fill up her drink again.

"Pointer Sisters tribute/cover band. Me, you... some other people, I have no idea how many members there were in the Pointer Sisters," Nichole says quickly, her eyes lighting up. Vile Hour had begun to bore her, as things usually did when Nichole started to feel like they were becoming easy. She needed a new musical inspiration to work with, and was reaching for straws constantly for that. "The camping trip? It was fun. Less camping, more us renting a luxury cabin in the woods, wearing silk shawls, getting high and writing songs... Nothing got done, of course, but we sure felt like real revolutionary artists out there." She spins her bar stool once around, and then stops in front of Erica again. "What about you? What did you do while we were gone?"

Riley Hamilton of Weekend isn't usually one for hitting the town on his own with no real agenda in mind. He doesn't mind going out with a few of his closest friends for a few drinks to be social but other than that, pubs and clubs like this really serve no other purpose for him. Tonight though he felt like he just had to get out of the house. He'd been in hospital for a month, still adjusting to life as a singleton and was home alone so nothing was really stopping him from stepping out for the night. He's a social butterfly that needs to be freed and a little bit of fun and unwinding is the least he deserves after all the things he's enduring this year. Riley's sitting at the bar of a very high end nightclub in London, sipping on a cold beer from the bottle. He isn't really sure what to expect from the night to come and doesn't really mind what goes down. He's out here tonight simply for the fact that he just wants to be and actually can.

Riley gets the familiar whiff of cigarette smoke as he takes another sip of his beer. For a moment he thinks that his friend and fellow Weekend member Billy has shown up as the distinct smell usually follows him around due to him being a heavy smoker. He turns around quickly and smiles, expecting to see his good pal but it's just a random guy. Still, he gives him a smile as he'll be sitting next to him. Better sitting beside a friendly face than one giving you death stares all night, right? Riley undoes the top button of his shirt, feeling the intense heat of the place. He has no idea why the dress code is so formal in here when it's like an oven inside. How do they expect people to dance the night away without collapsing into a sweaty little heap on the floor? Riley drinks more of his beer when he feels an elbow jab into him. It causes a little spillage but he just chuckles and quickly wipes it up. "Ah, don't worry about it, man. This place is far too cramped." His gruff voice and strong Yorkshire accent sounds a little bit intimidating but it really doesn't match up with his laid back, friendly demeanour.

"This is just a Tuesday night so I can't imagine what this place must be like at the weekends or if there's big event on." Riley looks around, surveying the packed booths and dancefloor in disbelief. He can't even muster why this place is so popular. The only reason he's here is because this is the nearest club and having been taken here a few times by some friends, it's nice and familiar to him. When Leon recognises him for being the "softcore porn guy", Riley nearly spits out his beer. Of all the things he could be recognised for; being part of the biggest pop band on the planet, an animal rights activist, an award winning actor and even the guy who collapsed on stage during a live performance at the latest Fan Choice Award but no, he's the softcore porn guy tonight. Riley laughs, finding it rather amusing than offensive. "Yeah, I guess that is me. I'm Riley by the way," he says offering his hand out to the gentleman with a smile. If he's watched the show, Leon's probably seen his bare bottom on the screen countless times so knowing his name at least couldn't possibly do any more harm.

"Yeah with the amount of money they make you'd think they'd spend a few thousand on an extension or do something to open up the place a little. We're all packed in like a tin of sardines." Riley raises his voice slightly over the cheers and screams from the dancefloor when a song comes on which apparently everybody loves and is going crazy for. To Riley though it's just a lot of random noises that sounds exactly the same as the song before and the song before that one. "Glad you watched the show," he says, giving a little smile. It's actually a relief and big surprise for Riley to meet someone who knows him through his acting roles rather than being part of Weekend. Granted, Leon probably watched just to see some naked girls but it's still nice to be recognised for something different. "So, Leon, what brings you to London, mate?" he asks, obviously taking note of his American accent. When he jokes about the price of the beer, Riley laughs and raises his bottle. "Why do you think I'm taking forever on this one? I'll need to take out a few loans if I want a second one."

Riley watches as the woman bumps into Leon and can see why a lot of people may like the close contact in the venue. He chuckles and plays around with a coaster on the bar. "Yeah it's all fun and games until some big 6'3 guy brushing up against you...repeatedly." Riley laughs before listening to Leon talk about his show, or at least trying to listen over the dreadful music. It had been a while since anyone had really struck up a conversation about his acting work. Usually most people want to know what it's like knowing Billy Khan in the flesh. "It was shown back in the States but I think it was a little too racy for you guys. Here it was heavily promoted and was primetime television. In the US I think it was shown really late at night on....Showtime, I think the network is called? I also think you guys got the heavily edited stuff too." Riley takes another small sip from his beer and is surprised to hear that Leon is a musician. "Drummer? That's pretty cool, man. How long you been playing for?" Riley asks as he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, trying to cool down. "I've lived in London for a few years now, yeah. I'm originally from Leeds, up north. It's not as extravagant as down here though." Riley raises an eyebrow as another woman brushes past both him and Leon.

"Yeah I think it was on Showtime...maybe there's another one beginning with S? I'm not sure, man. Not all that familiar with the American networks. Don't really watch much television myself. Hardly get the chance to." Riley finishes his beer and notices that Leon is also holding onto an empty bottle. "You wanting another one, mate?" Riley asks, taking out his wallet awkwardly in time for Leon's question about how much he made from it. "Uh...I was able to pay a lot of bills on time without worry because of the show so put it that way." Riley laughs. Despite not being the most well known face in the band, Riley actually has the highest net worth out of all five members but he hates talking about wealth. "Yeah the big old Leeds Festival. Can't say I've ever been though but you can hear it all over the place when you're living up there so no need for tickets." Riley chuckles. "So where are you staying while you're here? A hotel? Tour bus? A lot of the hotels here are great but some...well, there's a reason why they're so cheap."