Erich nods along with dustyn and again debates with letting the tv fall. Erich is a fidgety man and usually has to have some part of himself moving. " there is a reason Cerberus guards the gates of hell. A cat would've taken the place over in But a fortnight." he quips,letting the tv rock back in place. Destroying tv's is high on his list of fun, but his devotion to Elvis demands that he shoots them instead of smashing them. He nods and looks at the picture of the two of them. It was a good,albeit silly picture. It was a perfect symbol of the two of them. " we could always photo shop them a shade darker...oh! I do have a sharpie in my pants pocket.you never know when you Need one." Erich spouts with sage advice. Most famous people probably carried markers for autographs. Erich would sign stuff If pushed,but generally disliked the idea. His sharpie was used for graffiti. " well, putting the seat down has it's advantages for guys too." Erich whispers conspiratorial like. " you ever sat on the crapper while tripping balls and the seat is up? Let me tell you, it's unpleasant! Surprise water on your butt feels like lava.I spent 12 hours thinking my butt melted off." he recalls the story with fondness. He slightly considered things like this could be why ada left,but he considered more that It was part of his charm. " it's a damned shame you couldn't have came out to me. Or Hell,anyone who truly cared about you. " Erich replies warmly,in a moment of seriousness and lucidity. " my real dad thought I was.so I kinda wished I could have came out to him and broke that codger's heart. Dating Erica and spending my days with Jayne's dad nearly did it though." Erich shrugs recalling his own past. His father probably would have preferred gay to dating Japanese girls.as dustyn rummaged through the suitcase,Erich tosses one his own shoes at the balcony window. He assumed the window was open,but it was just really clean glass. It make a loud thud and he winces. "God damned bird flew right at the window...." he chuckles at dustyn's idea of how a night out would go. " are you kidding? A night out with dustyn blue? You know how many of those ladies would be trying to convert you? I'd be spending the night With a bottle of wine and some pork skins." Erich says hungrily. The idea of pork skins sounded delicious right about now. He artfully catches the bag,admiring it's contents. He had an idea that dustyn didn't buy Crap coke,so this was going to be some night. " if the nights going to involve that,we need to get our story straight for when the cops show up." he says while looking in his discarded pants pockets for his car keys. " your stuff,my key. Damned airline took my razor..." Erich mutters handing the two things back to dustyn.

" at least people want to see your Willy. Me? I'm giving it away for free,and I don't even get a picture in the back Of those auto trader magazines...maybe I do need to class It up a little." Erich puts his hand to his chin in pondering fashion . he quickly thinks drawing a fancy mustache on the end of it may help his chances." nah. Nobody likes a good penis mustache anymore." he says quietly,as if dustyn had any clue of the thoughts he just had. Erich dips a healthy little mound on his key.being fairly worn Chevrolet key, it wasn't exactly rock star living.he takes a good snoot full as dustyn throws his arms around him. Erich leans into the hug and gives dustyn a kiss on the forehead as he tries to balance keys and powered goods. " me too,Dusty. Me too. Yu know what? fuck him. Maybe they'll go all hot fuzz on him..Damn that movie got weird" Erich laughs and prepares for his other nostril. When hearing dustyn has no clue about pork skins.he eyes dustyn's face and his clear foreskin concern. " PORK skins" Erich nearly falls over laughing. He finishes his bump and hands it back to dustyn. " pork skins are like hunks of pork skin which have been deep fried. I think you guys have them here...but to play ugly American, the UK does them wrong. They make them all hard and crispy. Ours are more airy and ...cloud like. Little clouds of crispy pig fat." Erich says,wildly gesturing.

It makes Erich smile at the thought of dustyn not realizing the rest of the world,well at least horn dogs like himself,love having their crotch gawked At. " I'm still thinking that no matter what,male nudity is funny. When they look,give it a good shake at them." Erich advises,doing his best pelvic thrust/wiggle. This ends up looking more like his butt is on fire than anything else.Erich gives dustyn a tighter hug. Its a competition now and Erich has no interest in losing...but dustyn is a bit smaller,so he eases back some. "Oh dusty,you're only saying that because it's true." he gives a trademark Erich Hess smirk. He lifts his feet a couple of times,so that dustyn bobs up and down."you're a lovable person,dusty. One of those people that just make the world better by being in it. People need to let you know that more." Erich says while letting his eyes look out the window. He is probably about to have some sentimental thought when dustyn mentions the pork skins. " if you haven't had questionable things in your mouth,can you really have ever been in the music industry? Using the typical groupie as a measuring stick....pork skins aren't all that gross!" he makes a pretty wretched yuck face and shakes his head. He then makes a hiss and throws his hands up in front of his face. " the glare...it burns! You ever get any Sun on that thing,dustyn? " Erich doubles over in laughter before holding the lamp like a spear." shine on,you crazy diamond." he adds while flicking the light on and off.

erich ponders the many times he has seen dustyn's nether regions and it made him feel special to be part of such a club. nobody would care if billy dropped trow in front of them. who hasnt seen that? erich takes a little bow at the revelation of this information. "well, then mr dustyn...i am honored to have seen your wang." erich offers a little salute. his blood was racing through his body and it felt wonderful. feeling rather philosophical,erich muses to dustyn," well if the world was all clones of you,me and dallas...it'd be rather dull.we need adam blacks to be villians and human personifications of assholes. whole family is kinda weird..i think that e..liar? guy was trying to get with jayne on big brother. " he keeps bouncing dustyn on his feet as he speaks.it is a rather nice feeling to have his feet pressed down by dustyns weight. the now feshly spanked dustyn butt turns very red,which really causes erich to laugh. "thats not any better! it now looks like you have a big...ASS apple stuck to your butt." when the pants come off,erich cant help but facepalm. he truly wonders what the ratio to times hes seen dusty naked is to the times dallas is." its in the front pocket dusty,...god damn. why am i always seeing your parts!" erich cracks up laughing,falling onto the floor and taking the chair with him.

"its a day of honors...though hold off on that farting. i dont you blowing away the..um..blow!" erich cackles at his own horrible joke. he then dips the key into the bag a few more times. erich,as expected has a near super human tolerance for chemicals. he then cups his arms protectively around the remainder. "ok,mr blue...toot away!" he says in an official tone. having a father who was a police captain,erich was all too familiar with that tone of voice. "you are a man of principles,dustyn. ill get naked and do drugs with anyone. i dont know if they use anything,but my goal is to drop acid with the 30 girls of mimi." he doubles laughing at the absurdity of the idea. erich jumps over to the couch,now that there is a bit more coke to liven him up,he then starts jumping on top of it and looking down at dusty. "fuck if i remember either. knowing us,it was high school and boys that had us laughing." erich seriously states as he bounces on the couch.if one listens,they could almost hear the couch begging for mercy. " draw on you?" erich asks mid bounce. he had to admit,the idea did sound oddly relaxing. he hops down and grabs his marker. "right,sir dusty. i think you need to be inked up. im not going to lie,im not going to feel a thing." erich chuckles again and starts drawing suns around dustyn's nipples....all while making a whirring sound with this mouth. " odd...i guess the pot of gold is discarded armpit hair...or?" erich smirks and starts drawing a black and white rainbow down dustyn's chest,with the end obviously his nether regions.

"i love you and all,dustyn...but ass wind is never just loud,dear dustyn. it is always just waiting to knock an innocent smeller on their ass. i have no doubt that billy is the smelly ones,but lets not put all the blame on him.". coke or no coke,erich was well aware of the methane emissions of humans. he cant help but feeling that the idea of being naked would be a smashing one." you keep it up and i may just discard these boxers. i dont care what people will say. they are kinda constricting. a man need his freedom. especially the in the nether regions. how i am i supposed to leap around without complete freedom of movement?" erich is highly tempted to run around naked,but he still has a shred of self consciousness. even in...an unexcited state,dustyn has quite a few inches on him." the....um boxers have...um pink lining. its all the rage in...um..wherever im from. "he chuckles as its a long running joke that his citizenship is unknown. erich concentrates very hard as he is drawing on dustyn. he may be completely ripped on coke,but he is not about to do a shitty job drawing on his son. "oh? sounds smashing. im totally in need of a new friend. ever since sam fischer turned into an asshole,i need a partner in crime." erich muses. very intent on his drawing. he has his brow furrowed and tongue slightly protruding from his mouth. "also,im not sure if im ready to make the jump to guys. it would be weird seeing a huge dong where im used to seeing nothing." erich laughs ,coloring dustyn's belly button with the marker. erich has an odd view on sexuality. if men could have the parts of women,hed be totally into that.he just finds t" yrah,he lady parts more aesthetically pleasing."yeah,totally give him my contact info." erich mumbles as he takes dustyn's...area in his hand and makes it look like a warner brother's sea monster.in his state,this seems like a totally normal thing to do.

The guys laugh and joke for a couple of hours, and then they decide to go out to a few nightclubs as Matt isn't in town for very long.

"Come on Matt, have one drink! You've not had any for fucking ages!"

"Yeah Matt, just do it! What's the worst that can happen?"

Matt pauses, "Okay... one drink!" The guys all cheer and then Daz gets another round before they go out. He makes sure to order the most alcoholic drink he can.

He walks over with the drink, "There you go big man! Take that fucker!"

As the guys drink up, they all encourage Matt to finish his right up. While Matt is trying to finish up, Tommy goes and gets another round of shots, 2 each for everyone including Matt.

He sees him bringing the tray over and winces, "Oh man... I'm not sure if i should have any more..."

Mac nudges him, "Dude it'll be like old times, don't worry about it!"

Matt nervously laughed, "That's exactly why i'm worried out about it!"

Jay shakes his head, "Dude don't worry, we'll stop you doing anything too stupid! No coke!"

He begrudgingly agrees, "Okay, i'll have a couple......" at that point he hears a voice that goes straight through him. It's clearly Deneil. He looks around the bar trying to spot him, and then he sees him all the way across the bar. "Oh man... how do i always come across this prick every fucking time i'm in London?!"

As Deneil and Matt's eyes make contact, his hairs stand on end, this guy winds him up just by breathing. Deneil raises his pint to Matt, which entices a white rage within him. He immediately takes the shots and downs four of the ten shots that Tommy brought over.

"Woah woah woah Matt!" Jay laughs, "What's got you going so quickly!" Matt doesn't say a word just gestures at Deneil. "Oh wow, is that Deneil Khan?!"

He nods. "Yes, that is him. Fucking Cunt. He's lucky that i don't go over there and fuck him up like i did last time i met him."

Daz laughs, "Oh it's him that you had your little fight with?" he smiles, "Looks like he come out worse for wear. He'd best not start again, you've got us to fuck him a bit harder this time!"

Matt takes another shot before everyone else grabs one, "I really wanna go over there and knock him out...."

Matt can feel the alcohol going to his head, it's been such a long time since he's had anything to drink at all. He tries to continue his night without thinking about Deneil, but he's struggling, every time he looks up he can see him. "We've gotta get out of here soon, or i'm gonna go and punch the fucker."

The guys laugh, "Dude! Chill the fuck out, he's just an arrogant prick that likes winding you up."

Matt shakes his head, "No, he's getting in my head, we've been here for fucking ages anyway... Time to move on."

All the guys finish up and all get up. Matt walks towards the door and shoots Deneil a dirty look as he leaves. The others follow him out, except Daz who walks over to Deneil. "I just wanted to tell you that you're a cunt." He spits in Deneil's drink and casually walks out the door to the rest of the guys who are all sparking up cigarettes.