"Ah, been busy as fuck, man. Busy as fuck. Got a lot of different projects going on right now and it's hard to chill with....that going on," Deneil says as he cocks his head up to the ceiling, gesturing towards the bedroom upstairs where Billy's muffled moans can be heard. "Got the brother and his man staying for a bit. Ain't filming a porno up there, promise fam." Deneil chuckles and tries his best to keep the conversation going, distracting from the rather awkward sounds coming from upstairs. Mentioning and talking about Mandy does make Deneil feel a tad guilty even though he's not entirely sure what went on with him and Drew that night. He knows that by acknowledging her existence it could somehow barricade that conversation from happening so he goes with the flow and just let's the proud husband-to-be side of him come out. "Yeah, my girl is fucking killing it right now, innit? New song is fuckin' sick, bruv. I didn't even have anything to do with the production!" he jokes, playfully patting Drew on the arm. Like his friend, Deneil usually just says it like he means it but as they both respect one another in many ways and details are not exactly black and white, he's just being chill. He has the Khan temperament but unlike Billy, Deneil has the ability to switch it on and off when needed. "You up for some clubhopping tonight? Fuck knows what places are still opened but I've got a shitload of money and time on my hands so we can explore this glorious city." Deneil chuckles and zips up his jacket while digging into his pockets for the keys to the door. He knows that a few drinks and then heading back home at a reasonable hour wouldn't suffice. He hasn't partied in ages and coming home could disturb and piss off Billy which is something nobody wants. Deneil is quite happy to stay out until daylight if possible. He pops a cigarette into his mouth and sparks it up before opening the door and being greeting by the cool night air. "Want a smoke, mate?" he asks, offering the cigarette carton out to Drew.

"I think Billy actually likes being banned in some countries. Makes it more thrilling for him when he tries to sneak back into them. It's not fun for him if he doesn't have a nation on red alert and some guns pointed at him. That's a bit of an exaggeration but some Middle Eastern places are like that with him. I personally get my kicks out of smoking a few joints and watching cartoons, I ain't about that death wish life. Different strokes, I guess." Deneil laughs and heads out of the door with Drew, locking it behind him and double checking the door is secure. Billy's house was recently broken into and it was clearly a well timed and plotted attack. A few OCD looking shakes of the door handle to ensure his sibling's safety is necessary. "Ah, yeah man, real proud of her. She won't let me listen to the new stuff though so I can't brag about how amazing that shit is." He chuckles and heads down the steep concrete stairs that lead them from the house down to the pavement. "My album is coming soon. I'm independent so I can just release whenever I want, innit? My album ain't finished until the moment it's out there. Always fucking tweaking, you know?" Deneil takes a drag from his cigarette before exhaling up into the night sky. He smirks when he hears that Drew is on the same page as him. "Gooooood, fam. Sounds like you need to get fucked up. Oh and we've got a shitload of clubs just down the way. I'll raise you to 4 clubs, man." Deneil takes a few more puffs of his cigarette and nods towards his car when Drew asks how they're riding. It's a little silver Audi S3 which is a nice, moderately priced vehicle but a far cry from all of the more prestigious cars he can afford. Deneil has never been flashy though and to park an expensive vehicle out in these streets is a less than smart idea. It'd be stripped and sold for parts within minutes. Deneil takes one last final drag of his cigarette before throwing the stub down in the gutter. "We'll drive into town but I'll hopefully be fucking wrecked later on so we can get a cab back to mine...that's if you wanna come back to mine...or get a room..." It wasn't until he started talking about places to sleep that Deneil realised he had entered awkward territory. Although nothing was meant by it, asking someone to come back to your place after some drinks has obvious connotations to it and so does suggesting that they get a room. Deneil clears his throat and just stops talking, getting into the car and fastening his seat belt.

Deneil starts up the car and pulls away from the house, turning on the radio to one of his favourite local grime stations, Reprezent FM. He turns the volume down though so he doesn't appear as rude when listening to Drew. "Man, you got caught up in gunfire? Shit, fam. That's pretty grim. Guns ain't really a big worry over here, you see. They're illegal and even the police don't walk around with them. It's knife crime here. Especially in this area, mate. I nearly bled to death just a few streets away from here. Like you, that made me realise I had to sit down somewhere, man." Deneil keeps his eyes on the dark, quiet roads as he listens to Drew. Focusing on what's in front of him helps ease off the slightly odd atmosphere in the car. Even though they're conversing about many different things, there's still an elephant in the room and it's growing larger in Deneil's mind. "Yeah, bruv. Thing is I've already announced the track list and I don't wanna scrap it. It's too messy doing that, man. You get mad fans remembering all the listed unreleased tracks and they're constantly demanding for them to be released anyway. Gotta polish this one up then maybe do like a mixtape or something. They'll get the music...just not until it's perfected." Deneil chuckles and stops at a red light. It really isn't the perfect time for Drew to bring up that night but yet he does. Sitting in silence waiting for the light to change to green, Deneil taps on the steering wheel and looks straight ahead. "Y-yeah, bruv....that night was....well, it was mental. To be honest man, I can't remember much of it but...umm...." Deneil clears his throat again and takes a left when the lights change, diverting from his original route so that he can continue the inevitably long, awkward conversation throughout the detour rather than having it cut short upon arriving at the first club. "Uh...did...something crazy happen with us, man?" Deneil asks as he takes his car up a secluded road and turns into a wooded area, deciding to escape the city and really focus on this talk with Drew. It might not be comfortable but it has to happen and he wants to be serious about it. He'd rather have this conversation stone cold sober and resolve things rather than doing it drunk and totally forgetting all about it the next day. Deneil stops the car and turns the radio down even lower. "It's just...well, that night is a blank to me but I remember doing lines with you and then...waking up...uh...naked. It must have been a crazy night, right?" he asks while chuckling, trying to change the tone and hoping it will make it easier for Drew to respond if he sees Deneil laughing about it.

Deneil chuckles and shakes his head when Drew recalls the time he stumbled upon him beating the shit out of a random guy outside of Billy's club. In all honesty, that's not who he really is any more. He just happened to be feeling a little bit rough that day and Drew managed to catch sight of it. "Yeah...well...I guess I've still got a bit of that Khan fire in me. That guy was a knob and I just wasn't in the mood for his shit." Deneil laughs lightly but can't help feel slightly embarrassed. The Khan's have been tarred with the same brush which paints them as violent loudmouths. Deneil tries to reject that image yet Drew still has the vivid memory of seeing him getting caught up in a fight outside the nightclub. "Well you can always use my studio whenever you feel like it. We come up with straight fire, fam. That track we did for Luke was better than whole discographies." Deneil smiles but that soon fades away when Drew begins to tell him about that night. With each word, Deneil suddenly grows more aware of his surroundings and ultimately feels like he's having an outer body experience. Everything Drew says is so crisp and clear. With every syllable, Deneil takes in the fact that what he's hearing is the truth he's been dreading for months. He always thought of himself as a loyal, faithful man. Mandy was his first and only. Now he's hearing that he's had sexual relations with another man. Surprisingly, Deneil feels more shocked about hearing that they kissed rather than having oral sex. To him, kissing is far more meaningful. What unnerves Deneil most though is that he isn't even mad about it. He's a little shocked and slightly disappointed in himself but he hasn't erupted into a rage and turned on Drew. It's like he just can't be mad no matter how hard he tries. He's numb to it. It's surprisingly OK to him...which makes it far from OK. A straight, happily engaged man shouldn't be cool with a situation like this. Seeing Drew's quite frankly crazy reaction makes Deneil wonder if his friend also feels the same way and is acting out to cover it up. "Mate, that's not even a proper song. It's a jingle for the radio station." Deneil laughs and turns the volume down a little. He hopes his calm and nonchalant response helps put Drew at ease. He's not going to lash out at him. "Mate...it...it's OK. It really shouldn't be. I should be hating myself. Maybe I should have smacked you by now? But...i-it's OK...and I don't know why I'm OK with this, Drew?" Deneil turns to look at his friend sincerely for possibly the first time tonight. It's clear that he's a little confused right now from that look in his eyes but there's no anger in his expression at all. Does he really like Drew on some sort of subconscious level and not know it? Surely if this was anyone else, Deneil would have unleashed that infamous Khan rage on them by now...but he hasn't and doesn't know why.

Deneil listens to Drew explain exactly how he feels about that night and appreciates his honesty. It's hard to admit that you're scared or that you were wrong, even in front of one of your friends. The Khan's pride always gets in the way so Deneil can only commend Drew for spilling everything whether he wants to hear it or not. Deneil doesn't like the fact that he's possibly a complication in someone else's relationship. The fooling around scared another man into proposing and it obviously had an impact on him as Drew admitted to remembering everything down to the taste. Deneil usually stays indoors, has a laugh, a couple of beers, eats some junk food and heads to bed with a smile on his face. It's usually all hunky dory to him. Being placed in a very dark and "real" situation like this isn't sitting all that comfortably with him. Trashy TV and a bag of Doritos isn't going to solve this and make it go away. This has to be dealt with in a rather frank and potentially upsetting way. First thing is first though, they have the hard job of actually figuring out what this even is, exactly. "This...this obviously means more to us than just a "when in Rome" type situation. It scared you into proposing for God's sake and...I'm sorry...I'm sorry if I've put you in an awkward position. I'm sorry if I've fucked up your plans...I...I don't regret it. I think...I would do it again too...and shit, mate, I know that's not what you want to hear right now but if we're going to be honest and shit..." Deneil looks at Drew again and sees that rather rare expression on his face. The pair have never opened up like this before and there's not exactly a camera or an audience around so it's all genuine. Deneil sighs and pulls off his leather jacket, throwing it into the back seats. The heavy material felt like it was suffocating him and taking it off briefly felt like he was literally shedding some of his problems, making him feel a whole lot lighter. That sensation only lasted for a few moments though before reality hit again. Taking a moment to think if it would be appreciated or not, Deneil unbuckles his seat belt and reaches over, resting his hand on Drew's shoulder. For some reason, he just felt as if he had to touch and connect with him even though it might not be the smartest idea.

"Yeah but it takes two to tango, fam. I still let myself get into that fucking state. If one of us had our sensible caps on, we could have avoided this. Don't blame it all on yourself, bruv." Deneil knows that this isn't just going to all blow away. Granted, they both appear to be feeling a little better after airing it out and comforting one another but it's not as simple as that. This unfortunately can't be solved with a simple apology. Deneil and Drew still have to work out why doing what they did felt so right, not to mention figure out where it leaves Mandy and Tisha, who they both engaged to. This complicated scenario seems like something lifted straight out of an overly dramatic soap opera. They both have a lot of thinking to do and there's not telling how long this is going to cloud over them. When Drew places his hand on top of Deneil's, he clasps and takes hold of it. Without even thinking, Deneil begins to caress the top of Drew's hand with his thumb. It may be a source of comfort but it's not something he would do to any of his other male friends. Again, he questions WHY Drew? Deneil soon picks up on his action and stops the rubbing motions but still keeps hold of Drew's hand. He looks over at his friend, catching his eyes. Suddenly, it all comes down on Deneil like a tonne of bricks and his heart skips a beat - he's holding onto Drew's hand and not wanting to let go of it. Right now, he actually wants this closeness and wants...Drew.

There is an extremely uncomfortable and perplexing vibe filling up the car and tonight as a whole. There's very few words to really pinpoint and describe what's going on and how they're feeling. Simultaneously, everything seems entirely disgusting and wrong yet so right and it's clearly throwing both Deneil and Drew. Keeping a very light hold of Drew's hand, Deneil's stomach churns as Drew asks him if he would do anything differently that night. Deneil finds it very tricky to answer as he can't even remember the things they did but that night also left him with subconscious feelings for Drew. Buried in the dark corners of his mind, Deneil knew that something about that night changed the way he saw Drew. Would he change that? As wrong as it sounds, probably not. When Drew dismisses it as a "dumb question", Deneil feels a little relieved as his answer wouldn't have helped the situation at all. Deneil slips his hand off of Drew's shoulders when his friend begins to pull away, getting the impression that the contact wasn't welcome. When Drew continues to hold his gaze, however, Deneil realises that his friend may have enjoyed the hand on his shoulder more than he should have. His eyes fall from Drew's eyes to his lips then dart back up again to hold the gaze once more. There's a clear chemistry and Deneil's pretty sure he isn't the only one feeling an escalating buzz inside himself right now. Deneil begins to speak in a low, stuttering voice, totally riddled with nerves; "I sh-should be...hating myself r-r-right now. I should be focusing on Mandy and my w-wedding but...but w-why...why is kissing you the only thing on m-my mind right now?" Deneil slowly moves his hand up the side of Drew's arm and lays it on his neck with his thumb resting against Drew's jawline.