Dustyn holds Dallas tightly and gives him a nice big kiss, showing him just how much he appreciates him being here but not going overboard and having a full on snog in front of his band mates. Dustyn feels very lucky and is grateful that he came down to see the show. Although it's just a small gesture, Dallas really didn't have to do it especially with a busy schedule. The other boys rarely get the luxury of having the support of their significant other at a show other than via a tweet or text message. Eilidh is off being a pop star of her own, Jerry is on tour with his band, Chaelin is flying all over the world recording her album and Jennifer is at home in L.A, looking after a very cranky newborn baby. Dustyn feels blessed to have him here. "Well I'm really glad you made it. I just thought that it would cramp your style. A "serious" musician like yourself slumming it with a generic pop band as they say...practically unheard of!" Dustyn laughs and wraps and arm around Dallas' waist. He wasn't having a go and comparing Juneau and Weekend, but referencing what a lot of the music snobs say as they often write Weekend off despite Dustyn having a writing credit on every song and forgetting that the group executive produce everything, own their very own label and are pretty much involved with every aspect of their music. They even did a Taylor Swift and Adele briefly and blocked their second album from streaming platforms - they have that much control over what they do.

Riley smiles at Dallas and quickly throws on a fresh, white shirt, wafting a nice breeze tinged with his aftershave and the fabric softener around the room. "It's nice to finally meet you and see you as more than just something in the corner of my eye," Riley jokes. Dustyn and Dallas have been together for two years now but Riley has only seen Dallas in the flesh in passing once or twice, like if he was at Dustyn's door and Dallas happened to be pottering around in the background. "Would you like to join us tonight? We're heading out into town for a few celebratory drinks. Been a while since we've all been out together. You can be the honorary sixth member!" Riley says with a warm smile, patting Dallas on the arm. He's very appreciative of Dallas as he seems to be good for Dustyn. Weekend's youngest member likes being in a relationship but always seemed to find love in the wrong places and it worried Riley, who is like the father figure of the group despite being the third eldest. Past boyfriends did nothing to help Dustyn's demons, they only encouraged and left him feeling worse off after the relationship ended. Dallas may not be squeaky clean but he's certainly a better fit than any of the others. Dustyn then gives Dallas a tight cuddle. "Oh, please come with us! The drunken kebabs are all on me!"

Billy begins to wash in the shower which has about as much pressure and power as a dripping tap. Avoiding his hair which is perfectly styles, he scrubs up as fast as he can. They may be heading out in just a matter of minutes but Billy is very much a clean freak and will not do anything or go anywhere if he feels the slightest bit dirty. "Just be warned, mate. A night out with Weekend is like some sort of Inbetweeners episode only on crack and more boozed up. Not talking about the shit version you Americans got. Talking about the real fucking show, the one that was actually funny," he calls out to Dallas from the shower, still very much nude and not caring one bit. With his fast-paced Cockney accent, casual swearing and the animated way about him with his often wild eyes, Billy always looks like he's not long popped some sort of pill. He does have behavioural issues and a very full-on, dominating presence which a lot find intimidating. The good thing about Billy though is that he's genuine. What you see is what you get. He'll say the exact same thing he said about you behind your back directly to your face.

"How's the new album coming?" asks a voice from seemingly nowhere, changing the conversation. It was Oscar, standing up from his chair and involving himself in all the interaction. He is genuinely a fan of Juneau and would really like to get to know Dallas a lot better. With his hectic family life and then clashing with Billy at work, Oscar doesn't really get to flourish, make friends of his own and think about his own well being. It'd be nice to at least find somewhat of a friend in Dallas and expand from his very small and very intense social circle.

Dustyn laughs and then reaches for his little jacket which is hung on the back of the door. He wriggles around in the sleeves, putting it on as he continues to talk to his boyfriend. "Dick jokes and farting?" he asks with a chuckle, "Well that could be an interesting take for the next album. You know how everyone is trying to be cutting edge and all experimental nowadays. Although it wouldn't be that surprising for me to hear. It's basically what you do in the house anyway." Dustyn laughs and zips up his jacket, ready to make his way to the car.

Riley shakes his head and smiles reassuringly at Dallas. "Not at all, mate! You're welcome with open arms!" Although he's not that familiar with Dallas, he really wants him to join the group tonight so that he can get to know him. He obviously means a lot to Dustyn and after two years of dating, it's pretty clear that Dallas is here to stay so it makes sense to include the guy. Even if Dallas were just an acquaintance of Dustyn's, he'd probably still be invited along as that's just how Riley is. He's very friendly and would hate to see someone blatantly left out when it's all just a matter of simply asking them. "We aren't some exclusive inner circle. You can chill with us anytime. There are no rules...well, apart from the fact that you can't touch Billy's hair," he says while laughing. Although it sounds like a joke, knowing Billy it's probably true.

Oscar smiles and nods along as he listens to Dallas, genuinely happy to be talking about something that he enjoys. It's not often that Oscar gets to express himself and his interests. He's either playing pretend with his kids (and Eilidh) or having heated debates with Billy. His life is just an existing loop of the same thing as of late. Bringing Dallas into the equation injects some excitement and something different into Oscar's everyday life. "That's great to hear. I'll definitely be checking out. I really love the first full album you guys did. You're a talented bunch." While Oscar compliments Dallas, Dustyn smiles up at his boyfriend, looking very proud of him.

Billy steps out of the shower and grabs a big white towel out from his bag and begins to dry himself off. Scott raises an eyebrow, finally lifting his head up from his phone. "Billy, you travel around with a full-on large bath towel?" Scott asks. Billy shrugs and continues to dry himself off. "Yes, Scott, I do. Unlike you smelly cunts who just drown yourself in deodorant and aftershave after a show, I like to actually clean myself. It's basic hygiene. You guys wouldn't know anything about that, you dirty bastards." Again, Billy's way with words sounds rather aggressive but he's just joking around and comfortable enough with his band mates to know that they won't be intimidated or offended. Throwing on some clothes, Billy then heads to the door to collect his leather jacket. Passing Dallas on the way, he stops and decides to have some proper interaction with him now that he's no longer nude. "We're gonna show you the best spots in London tonight, mate...well, aside from the club that I own. Bit sad taking all your mates to your own club. You like getting fucking wrecked? That's what the plan is tonight, mate."

Dustyn smiles, giving Dallas a silent "thank you" as he helps him put on his jacket. He then tuts and laughs, playfully nudging Dallas when he mentions Blink 182's secret to success. "You? You singing about fucking mothers? I think a heavy metal album from Isabel will be more convincing." The image of both records causes Dustyn to chuckles. Riley laughs along too, finding it impossible not to overhear the conversation in such a small space. When Dallas thanks him, he smiles and shrugs, not really feeling like inventing him out was any grand gesture as he wouldn't dare think of excluding him. "No worries, mate. Really have no idea why it's taken so long for us all to get together. We can make up for lost time tonight," laughs the burly Northerner. His appearance, gruff voice and powerful friendships and associations within the business could easily make Riley seem like a very dominant and intimidating figure but he's actually one of the most placid guys out there. He commands respect without even trying. He treats everyone like his equal, goes out of his way to help in whatever way and has time for everyone. Nobody would ever want to offend Riley or have a bad word to say about him because he doesn't deserve it. You simply don't disrespect Riley because he's one of the nicest people you could ever hope to meet. Plus he goes to the gym all the time and is from Beeston so you know he can crack a skull if needed.

Oscar's face lights up when Dallas asks him to provide vocals for a track, whether it was an empty promise or not. Even though he has a lot of control over Weekend's material, there are still four other opinions and the fans tastes to take into consideration so Oscar still has to do a lot of compromising when it comes to the music he makes. Juneau's sound is far more up his alley. "Oh you wouldn't have to pay me anything. I'd love to work with you guys. Just get in touch if anything ever comes up." Oscar smiles and pulls on his coat. While he was talking to Dallas about recording with him, Billy sighs and rolls his eyes. He really doesn't have time for Oscar and has never liked him. It's basically just like a playground bully picking at anything. Oscar wasn't even doing anything yet Billy felt the need to express his annoyance, although very subtly. "Yeah, my own club!" Billy says butting in and stopping Oscar before he enters a conversation about all of the obscure music he likes. "Some musicians spend their money on flashy cars, others have private jets and acres of land. I have a place where my mates can have a right good piss-up. Also got a restaurant. Unlike a car that's obsolete six months from now, a club and a restaurant keep bringing the money in. I'm a greedy bastard." Billy laughs and leads the way out of the dressing room, down the dank little corridor and out the fire exit.

Security guides the boys to a silver Mercedes V-Class MPV waiting outside for them. Scott waves at the middle-aged and somewhat under dressed driver, "Hello Terry!". Terry is the band's driver and tour manager. He's been with them from the beginning and has overheard many conversations and witnessed some shenanigans that could make him a very wealthy man if he spilled the beans to Culture Uncut. He stays quiet and loyal however and acts like the fun uncle or grandfather to the band. "Where we off to, boys? Hotel?" he asks in a thick Liverpudlian accent. "Nah, we're going to Cirque le Soir" says Scott excitedly, obviously a real fan of the place. "Oh no, that's not the place that's carnival themed is it? It's creepy. People jump around like they're out a freakshow with skulls painted on their faces." Dustyn whines from the backseats, squished in between Dallas and Billy while the other three members sit in the row in front. "Yeah but we'll be so pissed we won't even notice the creeps." Scott says with a little laugh.

Some time passes and they are still travelling through the now very rainy London streets at night. With soothing sounds on the radio playing at a low volume, the dark skies and the rain gently tapping on the windows, it's putting some of the boys to sleep rather than hype them up for a night out. Billy exhales loudly and groans, expressing his boredom. Looking over Dustyn, he tries to catch Dallas' gaze. "So, Dallas...Dustyn tells me you've got a fat cock..." Dustyn's eyes widen and he slaps Billy on the arm. "Billy!!" he exclaims, half pissed off and half amused at the randomness of it all. "Just trying to make conversation. I don't know much about him!" Billy raises his hands up like he's surrendering to arrest, not wanting to irk the little Irishman any more than he already has.

Billy laughs as he listens to Dallas, making a mental note that the guy is actually alright. Many people think that Billy is hard to please and far from friendly which is partly true but he's nowhere near as cold and standoffish as one would think. He likes to test people, press their buttons and see what their boundaries are before he makes up his mind on someone. Billy loves to put people on the spot, as shown by his random remark about Dallas but that's just how he rolls. He's loud, tells somewhat offensive jokes and has absolutely no shame. Dallas didn't shy away like a right old prude nor did he give Billy a lecture on how rude he was being, therefore Dallas passed the friendship test. All you have to do is be chill and let Billy be Billy and he's a total teddybear after that...for the most part anyway. Dustyn holds his head in his hands, "Aaahh, this conversation isn't happening..." he says with a muffled voice. Billy sees that Dallas enjoys the banter and how embarrassed it makes Dustyn, therefore encouraging him to go on. "Mate, Dustyn told me that you give him the most intense orgasms he's ever had..." Billy says before poking his tongue out a Dallas, totally loving winding Dustyn up. Even though it's all jokes, Dustyn's face turns red and it's quite possible that he has said that about Dallas as he and Billy are extremely close. Dustyn's probably mentioned to Dallas a few times that Billy is his best friend.

Pulling up to the club, the boys have to prepare themselves to dash out of the car and to the doors of the building as swiftly as possible. They have no security now and even though the fans are long gone, drunken party goers and civilians in the street are still bound to recognise the famous musicians. Weekend love their fans and would take a token of appreciation over an insult any day but if they stop for one person, they have to stop for everyone else and it takes up far too much time. Diving out of the car one by one with their jackets raised to protect them from the rain, Weekend and Dallas had over to the bouncers. Scott gives one of the guards a friendly smile and begins to exchange a few words with him while the others wait. It's clear that this is a regular go-to for Scott as he's been eager to head here all night and seems to know the bouncer rather well. He motions for the rest of the group to follow his lead as he holds his wrist out and is stamped with a clown's face which allows him to access all areas of the exclusive club. Scott heads inside with the others in tow. Dustyn holds onto Dallas, feeling a little overwhelmed by the place. This is definitely not your average bar. It looks like something straight out of an American Horror Story. Behind the unassuming black door and rather drab exterior lays a whole other world. Magicians, clowns, sword-swallowers, fire-eaters, burlesque angle grinders to snake charmers, contortionists and stilt walkers among a host of weird and wonderful entertainment are all regulars here, albeit not all at the one time. Still, the colourful characters, hall of mirrors entrance, staff covered in face paint and drinks which either seem to be all sparkling or on fire, really gives this place an edge and personality like no other. Only three of these clubs exist in the world; one in London, one in Shanghai and one in Dubai so it's a pretty rare experience and extremely niche. Billy immediately seeks out the bar. "I'm going to go get us all a round of Fiery Balls of Death. Start off lightly," he says rather casually as he heads off into the crowd. Riley chuckles and leads the group towards a booth. "Fiery Balls. That's all I bloody need!" he laughs, entering the booth.

Dustyn and Billy are extremely close so they tell each other everything and anything. Being the most candid in the band, it's no surprise that the subject of sex comes up between them. Billy has a wild side just like Dustyn and they have lots in common so topics like this don't really bother any of them. Dustyn wasn't expecting this to come up in front of Dallas though, as he knows his boyfriend doesn't really like to talk about sex outside of the bedroom. Just like a woman has her closest girlfriend who she confides in about everything, Billy is Dustyn's equivalent to that so it's no surprise that Dallas' assets have came up in conversation. At least he had nice things to say. Dustyn turns, still red-faced and mouths "Sorry!" to Dallas, doubling as an apology for Billy's behaviour as well as for talking about their bedroom antics to other people.

The club can be a tad intimidating and too much for some people. Dustyn usually freaks at unfamiliar loud noises and chaos, as proven by how clingy he's being with Dallas right now but after a few minutes of adjusting, he's usually fine and becomes centre of attention by the end of the night. This isn't a place to go to for a quiet drink or for a catch-up with your mates. Cirque le Soir is where you go to have a right good piss-up and an insane night to remember...or not. It's a strange and confusing enough environment as it is when sober but when pissed, it's like some sort of mythical land. All the performers, staff, projections and artwork all merge into one and with the hall of mirrors leading to the exit as well as to the bathrooms, it can be a total bastard of a venue as it's easy to get lost and lose track of what's real and what's not. When Dallas says that this place is cool, Scott nods, finally acknowledging his presence for the first time. He seems to be very enthusiastic about this place. "Yeah, mate it's fucking insane here!" he calls out over the noise with his native Australian accent often slipping through the English one he picked up through his childhood after living here for over a decade. "Just be careful going for a piss. It's a big urinal trough but it's got that black and white hypnosis illusion projected and constantly spinning on it. Don't look at it too long or you'll either fall in and bang into the guy next to you. I've made that mistake once...or seven times." He laughs and then looks across the room before cheering as he sees Billy return with the tray of shots, which appear to be slightly...on fire. "Get this shit down ya!" he says with a grin, resting the tray down on the table. "Jesus Christ, Billy when you said fiery I thought you meant like it was cinnamon infused or something like that, not literally on fire!" Oscar exclaims, looking a tad bewildered and confused. People actually drink things that are alight? Billy shrugs, "Well don't fucking drink it then, moany arse!" He'll often laugh and joke with the others but when it comes to Oscar, he has no time for him. Billy then clears his throat and surveys his friends around the table. "Any of you cunts got anything to help these go down a treat?" he asks, obviously referring to some pills or any type of drug as he's not fussy. There was Dallas worried about illegal activity too.

Oscar is surprisingly the first one of the band to take his shot, throwing it back before immediately coughing and screwing his face up at the less than pleasant taste. He isn't much of a drinker any more and always has his responsible head on, like his fellow band mate Riley. The difference is, Riley can loosen up when he knows that he doesn't have any major responsibilities that night or the next morning whereas Oscar seems to be constantly worrying, even at his own birthday party. He decided to just down the beverage and not give himself time to think about it because if he did, he'd more than likely leave the shot for someone else. "Shit...and people actually enjoy this? What's in it?" he exclaims, still in shock over the fiery experience.

Riley shrugs and leans over to take his shot, answering Oscar during the process. "Who knows, Ozzy my man? Don't think people buy them for the taste though. It's for the experience they bring with it." He laughs and takes his shot before looking over at Dallas who has now taken out some ecstasy. Riley doesn't frown upon drug use like this but he doesn't really partake in any of it purely out of fear. He's never touched a recreational drug and hasn't even smoked some weed due to his respiratory problems. Oscar's even dabbled in some illegal activity before. Riley will just stick to the booze and turn a blind eye to it though.

Billy perches on the end of the booth, next to Dallas and gives him a rather over the top kiss on the cheek when he sees the pills. "I always knew you were cool, Dallas," he says with a little laugh before taking one of the pills down with his drink.

Dustyn then places a hand behind Dallas' head and brings him in for a kiss (his second one from a Weekend member in the space of 30 seconds) and then whispers into his ear, "Can you save one for me? Wanna have a few more drinks first." Dustyn smiles and moves his hand down Dallas' back, keeping it there as it feels comfy and simply because he's his boyfriend and can.

Scott clears his throat to get Dallas' attention on the opposite side of the booth. He casually leans across the table and holds a hand out, wanting one of the pills. Although security tend to turn a blind eye, they aren't the only ones in VIP and doesn't want to run the risk of getting them all busted.

Billy rattles the table with his fingertips and jumps up from his seat, feeling a burst of energy run through him. The excitement of it all and the amazing environment is really hyping the already wild Billy up. "I'm gonna go get us some more shots...maybe a couple of bottles too. Wait, why the fuck am I the only cunt paying for this??! Fuck it, you lot owe me a lot tomorrow." Billy darts off across the wacky venue and almost collides with someone walking on stilts. His loud, sometimes grating Cockney accent can he heard from across the club; "Oi! Watch out you big Giraffe-looking cunt!"

Dustyn has had an ongoing battle with drugs since the tender age of 16 and no matter how many times he says he's going to quit, Dustyn always finds himself having an "innocent" pill now and then or the occasional line or two. While he's no longer suffering from an intense addiction like he did in 2012 and 2013 with cocaine, his ultimate demon, Dustyn still pretty much includes recreational drugs in his life and will probably never be completely clean. While it would be best and wise to not touch anything, since being with Dallas, Dustyn has learned to control himself and keep everything in moderation. He has strong enough willpower to say no but if he wants to get crazy, he sure as hell will. He whispers to Dallas again; "You gonna keep some stuff by for afterwards too?" he asks, referring to when the two of them are alone, not really sure if Dallas is up for continuing the fun after they leave this place.

Billy is gone for a good ten minutes, by this time Scott's pill has definitely kicked in as he hangs over the table in a fit of giggles at seemingly nothing and also interjects random outbursts of song no matter what is playing in the club, he seems to know every track. Eventually, Dustyn laughs and nudges Dallas before pointing over across the club at Billy. He is teetering around the freaky setting, wide-eyed and a tad sweaty from the pill while trying to balance two trays completely filled with shot glasses. beer bottles and a bottle of vodka all the while trying not to absolutely lose his shit at the trippy dreamland surrounding him. Billy finally makes it to the table and places the array of drinks down. From his seemingly never ending jacket pockets, Billy takes out multiple bags of nuts and crisps. He then proceeds to take out a handful of regular and flavoured condoms and places them on the table, giving a cheeky wink to Dallas and Dustyn - the only couple here tonight. "If you ever want to get freaky around the back of this place between the bins..." He laughs and sits back down.

Riley chuckles and shakes his head in amazement, "Billy...you are just full of surprises aren't you?"

Billy winks at Riley and takes his jacket off, really feeling the warmth from the club and the heat triggered by popping the pill. "Oh, yeah. You know me!" Billy laughs and grabs a bottle of beer. "Let's play a game of Never Have I Ever. Bound to get us wrecked. If you're a thick cunt and don't know the rules, we'll go round in a circle...well semi-circle in this case and the first player says a simple statement starting with "Never have I ever". Anyone who at some point in their lives have done the action that the first player says, must drink. We'll start with me, then it passes on to Dallas, Dustyn, Riley, Oscar, Scott and then back to me. You fuckers ready?" Billy raises his bottle and thinks for a moment, trying to think of something he hasn't done in life. "Never have I ever...made a sex tape with a girl," he says with a wink, knowing who he's put on the spot. Oscar sheepishly looks around and then takes a shot.

Dustyn nods and smiles, just glad that Dallas plans on continuing the fun back at home, albeit not as wildly as this. He hates just coming home, totally crashing and going to bed. It's not a fun night until you see it through until the sunrise. Also, being at home with Dallas means that he can relax a little more. Dustyn doesn't have a problem letting loose but it's a totally different vibe when being around a group of friends than it is being alone with your partner. "I might take that pill now, actually" he says with a little giggle as he sees everyone else letting their hair down during the game. Scott catches the bouncer from across the room and flips him off before returning his attention to the game. He can be so up himself at times and enjoys the perks of being famous and somewhat "above" certain people and the rules.

Standing up and clapping for Oscar after he admits to the tape yet again, Scott is clearly feeling the impact of the MDMA too and is becoming very animated and lively. "YES, OZZY BOY!! YOU DIRTY BASTARD!" He calls out, still clapping for his best mate who usually shies away from such rude scenarios. Oscar laughs, holding his head in his hands, rather embarrassed about the situation. A lot of time had past since the video leaked so most people knew of it and it was certainly old news to his band mates. Dallas, however, appeared to be in the dark about it and with the band clearly on a strong buzz, it sort of brings new life to the raunchy video yet again. "OK, OK, it's an old video boys..." Oscar says, blushing and trying to compose himself. "Yeah, Eilidh and I....y-yeah, it's out there on the big bad internet," confesses a bright red Oscar to Dallas from across the table.

After listening to Dallas' "never...", Oscar, Riley and Scott remain still while Dustyn and Billy have guilty looks on their faces. Dustyn takes an exotic looking light blue shot and coughs. He doesn't mind admitting to it, what he does find more shocking is Dallas' confession. "Conners, you've used a vibrator??!! I've known you for two years and never seen you take anything up your..." Dustyn then giggles and turns around to the other members of the band, suddenly remembering where he is. "Oops, hehe!" he giggles, looking up at Dallas who is still stood up. Billy is on his feet next to Dallas and looks totally fucked. His eyes are extremely alert and wild, his palms and forehead are getting sweaty, he can't seem to stand still and he's unbuttoned his shirt, showing some skin in usual Billy style. "I use a vibrator even when these cunts are awake on the bus!" he laughs then reaches over, grabbing the neck of the vodka bottle while Dallas still holds the base of it in his hands. Billy guzzles down some, not caring that it had just been in Dallas' mouth a few seconds ago. "Blue, your turn!"

Dustyn clears his throat and tries to think of something that will cause a few giggles. "Alright...never have I ever had Dustyn Blue's willy in my mouth." Riley laughs and pats Dustyn on the back, loving how he's willing to put himself out there. As funny as it was though, it doesn't apply to him so Riley doesn't touch his drink. Scott and Oscar also leave their drinks untouched. "Seen it plenty of times, Dusty but never been lodged in my throat," Scott jokes, now appearing even more erratic. Dustyn looks around with guilty and shifty eyes before taking another colourful shot. "I'm flexible and got curious..." he says with a little giggle. Not sure how it will go down, Billy sighs and takes another gulp of vodka from the bottle Dallas is holding and looks at his new friend with a mischievous grin. Must be weird to know that the guy next to you has sucked off your boyfriend before.

Dustyn is usually one of the first ones to get the party started but as it was his first time having Dallas along with his friends, he wanted to keep a clear head for a while just in case there happened to be a clash between his band and boyfriend which he had to resolve. After testing the waters and seeing everyone ease into the night at a surprisingly fast pace, Dustyn decided that he wanted to be part of the fun too. When Dallas puts the pull on his tongue, Dustyn smirks and places his hand on the back of his boyfriend's neck and pulls him in for a kiss. Dustyn's very tactile and loves expressing his feelings so it's nice to see Dallas loosen up in this sense tonight. Taking the pill from him, Dustyn slowly swirls his tongue around and gently massages Dallas', turning the drug exchange into a very sneaky little make out session. Billy rattles on the table and then claps for the couple as he witnesses the kissing. "Oi oi!! Getting a little frisky over 'ere!" he calls out at an almost deafening volume. Breaking away from the kiss and taking his pill down with a swig of beer, Dustyn blushes and looks at Dallas lovingly. It's not just how he's loosening up that's pleasing Dustyn, but even listening to him joke around with Oscar, a guy he's only just met, to make him feel at ease really does put the icing on the cake. He knows he's landed a good one with Dallas. Oscar flashes a smile across the table to Dallas.

Dustyn smirks, enjoying the mental image of a bored Dallas experimenting but decides to keep it to himself and store it away for private time with his boyfriend. Billy laughs and pats Dallas on the back, finding the story more hilarious than he should have done and, like Dustyn, gets the mental image of Dallas and his vibrator in his head. It's the thought of trying to cover up the sound of the heavy vibrations and moans in the dead of night that's tickling his funny bone. "Mate, was it a big vibrator? How far did you get it in? You still got it? I could help you with it, if you want?" Billy fires off a round of questions in his usual no-filter style. After telling Dallas that he and Dustyn have fooled around, he suddenly feels a lot closer to Dallas, purely for the reason that he knows more about him now. Billy is very candid and tends to answer everything honestly when asked but has never really came across the right moment to admit to fooling around with Dustyn. All of his crazy experiences make him who he is today and not being able to share his stories sometimes makes Billy feel like he's not being totally genuine. "Yeah, me and Dustyn did a little experimenting in the earlier days. Did we, Dusty? He still like it when you put your tongue under his foreskin?" Billy asks rather casually while Dustyn's jaw drops and reaches over to playfully slap him. "Billy! Oh my God!!"

Scott is in a fit of laughter at it all, totally away in his own world and curled up on the edge of the booth. Oscar seems to be all smiles too, finally feeling relaxed for this first time in an age. Riley clears his throat and surveys the group while thinking of what to say for his turn. Coming up with his idea, he smirks, knowing that it's definitely going to get a few of them to drink but not sure if it will include all. "Alrighty...never have I ever...eh...tasted my own cum..." Riley asks with a little immature chuckle, waiting to see who responds. Dustyn giggles, always finding it funny when he hears Riley say rude words as it's a rarity. He takes a shot and also begins to feel his pill kick in. Billy takes a swig of vodka, the drunken Scott takes a shot after knocking two over and even Oscar takes a gulp of his beer with a guilty look on his face.

As a decent amount of time passes, most of them are totally wrecked. Most sentences are filled with drunken mumbles and little hints of proper English. By this time, it has worked it's way back around to Dallas for his turn.

Scott jumps and freaks when he feels the peanuts landing on him, literally hopping out of the booth and going into some sort of karate-like stance. "NAZIS!!" he shouts out, totally shaken by the attack of the peanuts. His sudden outburst and manic look on his face cause a few other club-goers to stare at him, some looking concerned and others in disgust at the state he's in. The other boys at the table just laugh hysterically at him. "What? W-w-what is it?!" he asks, swaying around in front of the table. The group just continue to laugh. Having not received an answer, Scott just shrugs and eventually let's it go. "I...I'm going...going to go for a wee...don't...don't sell my lamb while I'm gone, K?" He points to each and every guy then directs his finger to a beer bottle which is apparently his lamb. Scott staggers across the total mindfuck of a club and tries to track down the toilets. Oscar then follows, holding his stomach and clearly about to barf. He's not a regular drinker and this is the most alcohol he's consumed in about three years. Even though he and Riley haven't touched anything illegal, Oscar is still absolutely wrecked.

Leaving just Riley, Dustyn and Billy with Dallas, the other boys finish up the game without the others. Riley can't drink as he's never slept with more than two groupies, or any for that matter. Dustyn and Billy, however, down yet another shot and have probably drank about the equivalent of their own body weight tonight. Riley, although still very drunk, is probably the most alert out of all of them. He appears to be the only one who can string a proper sentence together and still knows what he's talking about. No mentions of lambs or spewing up for him. It's why he's the only one who seems to be surprised when he suddenly sees Billy sitting without a shirt on. "Billy...m-mate...where's your shirt, pal?" he asks, totally bewildered as he swore he just saw him with it on a split second ago and now it appears to have vanished. Billy looks down at his nipples and then holds his head in his hands, beginning to sob as he answers Riley. "I don't know!!" he cries, genuinely not remembering what the hell he did with it.

With the group dispersing, Dustyn seizes the opportunity to go for a cigarette break. He's quit smoking as it's not good for his voice but whenever he drinks, he begins to crave them again for some reason. Dustyn nudges Dallas and then rests his head on his shoulder, looking up at him as he speaks. "H-hey...you there...you with th-the...uh...beardy thing..." he says, laughing and stroking his boyfriend's wonderful facial hair, "I wanna go f-for a smoke...y-y-you coming too?". Dustyn then looks over at Billy as he's another fellow smoker but seeing him still "cry" over being shirtless and totally away in a world of his own he decides not to. Besides, actually getting Dallas along for a bit tonight would be really nice.