Dustyn, Scott and Billy, the three smokers of the band, are currently out on the balcony of Blue's apartment while puffing their lungs out and having a deep conversation about life. The stuff that they are smoking is really helping them to loosen up and engage in conversation. It ain't cigarettes that these rascals are puffing on, that's for sure. The subjects they bring up have vastly changed over the years from when they first got together. In the early days it was stuff like the latest video games, places to party, who they hooked up with and complaining about their boss that were the topics of conversation but it's all changed now. All five of them are fathers, they are their own bosses, are basically icons in the industry now and not one of them is a teenager any more. They're all grown up and talk about boring, stressful adult things. Despite the friction between them which occurs occasionally, they all still care for one another and have grown together.

Riley and Oscar remain inside the house, pottering around in the kitchen and making some snacks for everyone. Dustyn has invited the boys over as well as Erich, who has yet to make an appearance. Being the little social butterfly he is, Dustyn likes to invite his close friends over to spend the night every so often. His house is by far the largest of all the Weekend members and even at that, it's still rather modest for someone of his stature. It's a penthouse in London so it's the perfect place for a get-together. Scott lives way out in L.A, Oscar's place is more of a family home with two kids and an Eilidh running around, Riley's house is situated in an area which is too residential to be making so much noise and Billy would kill someone if they so much as leave a ring mark from a cup on his table so it's always Dusty hosting.

Riley heads out of the apartment, grabbing the trash and heading towards the chute out in the corridor. That's when he bumps into the familiar face of Erich. "Oh hey, mate! Good to see you again." Riley's gruff Leeds accent echoes throughout the corridor and he just about pulls Erich's arm out of the socket when he shakes his hand. Ri is a lovely, mellow guy but he's built like a fucking tank and doesn't know his own strength. He's like that cousin who will come to help you move house or get rid of an old sofa as he's strong as hell as well as being decent company to keep. It's a good job Riley is not an aggressive person whatsoever as he looks like he could eat a whole bowl of Dustyns for breakfast and still have room for Billy and Erich.

Riley chuckles and lets go of Erich's hand, dropping the trash bag down the chute to his left while he still speaks to Dustyn's adoptive father. "Growing boy? Oh don't say that. You'll wish another growth spurt on me. If I go up another shoe size again this year, I swear..." Riley laughs and closes the trash chute. He really is a big bit of a boy and despite being in his early 20's, he still appears to be growing. Dustyn on the other hand reached his peak height when he was about...seven. "I like the new look. All windswept and interesting, Mr Hess!" Riley smiles, giving a nod to the mad scientist styling of Erich. Even though it's a rather startling contrast to his usual impeccable greaser type style, Riley would never say anything negative about it. Erich could just be trying something new out or totally feeling like shit and not caring about his appearance any more. Who is Riley to judge? From the bottom of the hallway, through the opened door to the apartment a loud laugh can be heard. There's no denying that it's Dustyn's. It's so infectious, loud and even his laugh has a weird Irish accent to it. "Your boy is in there, life and soul of everything as usual!" Riley says with a little grin as he leads the way back to Dustyn's door.

"Yeah, thanks for that. I've been told that there's no stronger bonding experience than shoe shopping and ice cream!" Riley laughs and enters the apartment, carefully stepping over one of Dustyn's cats who is just casually laying sprawled out across the hallway. In all honesty, Riley actually hates ice cream but for the purpose of this lighthearted conversation, he's not going to bring it up. People tend to think he's the spawn of Satan when he mentions that he's never liked ice cream or pizza. "I'm sure you could rock any look, Mr Hess. Just look at that photogenic face, sir!" Riley says with a little laugh as they enter the main area of the apartment. Riley has a way of making someone feel good about themselves and dropping compliments without sounding fake or like a sexual advancement. Whenever Billy tries to compliment someone, it always sounds like he's being a sarcastic dick or he's trying to get into your pants."Oh we're surviving. Work is keeping us busy. If it's not that then it's the little ones keeping us on our toes. This is the first time Billy's been with us since Deneil's...incident...so just a warning, he might get a little emotional. Billy's tough though." The set up of Dustyn's place is odd. It looks like a regular apartment building but upon entering, the large, two story penthouse looking out over London shakes the idea that this area is for the average Joe. If the security downstairs and the pricey statues in the lobby didn't give the game away that this place is upmarket, the vastness of Dustyn's front room alone seals the deal. It could be sectioned off into individual rooms and house a small family. Everyone's favourite Irishman is now inside and immediately makes a beeline for Erich. "Erich!!" he calls out, running his way with open arms. He's absolutely freezing from standing out on the balcony and his usual sweet, coconutty smell is masked by weed. "Your hair's messy!" he giggles, looking up at him with slightly red eyes. His comments on Erich's appearance are far more honest and to the point than Riley's but you gotta love him. "All the boys are here. Oscar's in the kitchen, Riley...well you just met him and Scott and Billy are in the balcony on a little smoke break. I just had one too!" Dustyn giggles and leans in secretively as if Erich couldn't tell that his boy is higher than a kite.

Dustyn cuddles into Erich. He loves him so much but the real reason for the extended embrace is just a way of stealing some of his heat. The balcony is boxed in due to safety reasons because of how high up his apartment is but the huge glass panels open out to let some air in. Being at the top of a building in London during February, they catch the brunt of the bitter cold. It doesn't help that Dustyn always appears to be barefoot and in the thinnest of t-shirts. His thick grey sweats are the only thing providing him with any kind of warmth whatsoever. All the radiators are on in his apartment so he'll heat up soon but for the time being, he's clinging onto Erich. "High? Me?! Never. Neverrrrrr!!!" Dustyn giggles and moves out of the way as Oscar approaches with a platter of sandwiches with a variety of fillings. Dustyn is supposed to be hosting but he was too busy getting high.

"You guys wanting some before Billy and Scott get their hands on them?" Oscar asks, holding out the platter like some sort of butler. He also says hello to Erich, just realising that he had just came in the door. He didn't hear him entering as he was too focused on working in the kitchen, stressing himself out beyond belief in true Oscar style.

"Hmmm...OK..." Dustyn picks up a little cheese sandwich and pauses for a second. He looks around with shifty eyes before casually grabbing another three, filling up his little hands as much as possible. Someone clearly has the munchies even though he's "not high", apparently. "Oh, Erich. Can you come into the bedroom with me? I need to unload something onto you."

Oscar's eyes widen at the misconstrued statement and he slowly backs away. "I'll be...eh...somewhere else."

Dustyn giggles as he realises that he can't hide the fact that he's high anymore. He has no idea why he was even trying to conceal it. Possibly the fact that Erich is seen as a fatherly, authoritative figure to him? Even at that, Erich lets him snort cocaine so a little joint is hardly going to land him in the bad books. "Oh OK, you got me!! I'm higher than...than...something that's really high. Billy brought it over. I don't know where he got it from but it is gooooooood!" Dustyn laughs and cuddles into Erich again, almost melting into him and becoming a dead weight. Although Dustyn putting his entire body weight against him is hardly anything due to his small and slender stature. "Oh and I know how Ouija boards work too. The little ghosties come over and start flying it around all over the place and it spells out words. We did that once for a ghost hunting TV show. The ghost got an attitude. Billy wanted to fight it." Dustyn giggles into Erich's chest, causing a muffled effect.

Oscar shakes his head and laughs lightly, "No. No mayo whatsoever. Dusty doesn't own it. I think he dislikes it just as much as his old man. Right, Dust?" Oscar turns to face Dustyn and gives him a rather endearing look. They all love the little Irishman and treat him like their baby brother. Oscar and Dustyn never got on in the very early days but now they have such a close bond and lots in common. They are the youngest two members and are honestly the most musically talented having been working towards a career in music for years before Weekend came along and mastered a few instruments between them. The other three members just auditioned and got lucky.

"Mayo is the sperm of Satan!" yells Dustyn with a mouthful of cheese sandwich, projecting crumbs out over the floor. Dustyn then giggles when Erich misreads the situation. "Hehe, nooooooooo silly! I need to talk to you about something. It's your fathler..f-...fatherry..." Dustyn sighs, giving up on trying to pronounce the word 'fatherly', "...it's your duty." Dustyn laughs and covers his chest after Erich pokes at it. "Hey watch the nipples! They can't be damaged. You know how much my fans love them??"

Oscar laughs and pulls out his phone, opening up Google Images. "It's true. One of the most predicted searches surrounding our little Dustyn." Oscar begins to type in 'Dustyn Blue...' and the fourth most searched is 'Dustyn Blue nip slip' which shows a variety of pictures from different angles when his little nipple made an appearance out from the baggy sides of his tank top while performing on a breakfast TV show in Australia. Janet Jackson's Super Bowl incident has nothing on this.

Dustyn feels the exact same way about people who are very straight laced and haven't even done so much as experiment with some kind of rush. Although Riley and Oscar don't touch the drugs, they can still let loose at a bar and let go of all inhibitions. Dustyn is wary around people who are constantly sober. They must be plotting something. Dustyn clearly doesn't need anything to help him with social interaction as he's naturally the centre of attention with his big personality, hearty laugh and natural comic timing. He just gets high for the sheer hell of it. "I think there should be some left. You'd have to ask Billy. He brought it over. I'm sure he'll be OK with it. You know how kind and fuzzy he is." Dustyn giggles and looks over at Billy who is still out on the balcony with his natural resting expression which says 'I'm about to kill someone'. "I'm sure we could tackle the Duke. I'm actually pretty brave. I got locked in a haunted room for 30 minutes all on my own!" Dustyn speaks as if he's a kid showing off to his parent the fact that he achieved going to the bathroom or tying his shoes all by himself for the first time.

Oscar is pretty much calm and cool around Erich, which is a rarity nowadays as he's rather antisocial now. In the early days, Oscar was extremely wild and originally known as the bad boy, hence THAT tape. Ever since Billy started to open his mouth though, his confidence took a knocking. He and Bilal do not get along. Oscar's been pretty much bullied and is often afraid to say a word in case Billy jumps down his throat. It's why Oscar is far more quiet and reserved than he used to be. Even though people love and adore Billy, it's pretty obvious that he can be a bully and how he treats Oscar is unfair. "Well Mr Hess, I think you've picked the right boy band to line yourself up with. None of us like mayo. Even Scott hates it...and he puts ketchup on bananas. Don't ask."

Dustyn giggles and covers his chest area while blushing. "Noooo, they aren't insured...but they do have fans! You think I should insure them like Billy's ensured his willy? HA! Billy's willy. That rhymes!" Dustyn laughs and takes the band aid from Erich. He lifts up his t-shirt and places it over his right nipple. "Well that's one covered. What about the other one though? Do I just keep one covered to make a fashion statement?" While he's talking, Dustyn continues to just stand there with his shirt lifted right up. It's too good of an opportunity to miss so Oscar tickles his bare ribs from behind, causing him to jump and squeal. "Oscar!! You know I'm sensitive! Don't do that, ya little cunt!" Dustyn giggles and puts his shirt down. There was nothing bad meant by the statement, it's just that Dustyn has a filthy mouth for someone who looks so small and innocent. He looks back over at Erich and takes his hand, leading him to his room which is up a flight of steps. "I hope you don't mind me getting all real and grown-up on you..." Dustyn says as they travel through the house, sounding more serious than earlier.

"OK, I'll definitely insure them then! I mean, I've nearly lost them a few times. Fans like to grab and there aren't many people more aggressive than teenage girls. Not really a fan of girls touching my chest but hey, at least people are still interested in my nips after all this time. I've been doing this for five years now. That's like 15 in boy band years!!" Dustyn giggles and sits down on the bed with Erich. He realises that he may have made this far more serious sounding than he initially intended. All he wants is Erich's advice on a personal situation. It's not like he's dying or anything like that. "I'm not pregnant. Well...at least I hope not. Dallas always uses protection." Dustyn giggles and brings his feet up onto the beg, crossing his legs over. One of his cats, Jaffa - the ginger one, jumps up onto the bed and curls up between Dustyn's little legs. He starts to stroke the feline as he speaks to Erich. "I need your advice on Shay. He turns five in May and then starts school in August. I need to start looking at schools for him like now. I've left it real late. The thing is...I don't know if I should send him to a mainstream school or...well...one for kids who have learning difficulties. He's a smart kid but he's basically deaf and still hasn't picked up many words yet." Dustyn sighs, always feeling guilty when he brings up Shay's learning difficulties. It's not Dustyn's fault but as his parent, he feels like it is. "He can use sign language well for his age but obviously mainstream schools don't do that. I think that a school for kids with special needs would cater to him better but...no offence...a lot of those kids are rowdy and they don't learn at the same level. I don't want Shay to suffer." Dustyn clears his throat rather loudly which startles the cat and causes him to quickly puff up into a fuzzy ball of orange fluff and arch his back. "I don't want private tutors though. I want him to mix with other kids and have some sort of normality in this fucking crazy life."

Dustyn continues to stroke the cat as he watches Erich pace around, knowing that he must be finding this situation a little awkward. Truth be told, this is all new to Dustyn too. He's familiar with Shay's issues and knows a lot about deafness but when it comes to a lot of other disabilities, he is pretty clueless. "I think some schools do it all differently. If I do go down the special school route then I want to make sure I'm doing the right thing and sending Shay to the best one possible. No offence to the other poor kids but my boy comes first and if he's going to suffer then I don't want him in that type of school." Dustyn may have his head in the clouds a lot of the time and the media like to paint him as the bubbly, ditsy, camp young blond pop star - which he is at times - but it's clear that he does have great paternal instincts and can tackle serious, adult situations when needed. He's only 21 and became a father at 16 back when his life was absolute hell. It's amazing how far he's come. "I wish I knew what it was like. I could have gone to a special school because I'm on the autism spectrum. There's no way my dad would have ever sent me there though. He would have died. He used to call me "retarded" behind closed doors but he wanted to put up a front to the rest of the town and act like we were this perfect family so he sent me to a regular school and hid the fact that I have some difficulties. Could you imagine how he would have felt sending me to a special school with the whole town knowing that I'm quote unquote "retarded"? I think it would have put him in an early grave. If only..." Dustyn pauses for a moment and looks down at his cat who's falling asleep between his legs, quite the thing. "I didn't mean that. I should never say that." As much of a bastard as his father was and is to him, Dustyn could never wish any harm on him. He's family, he brought Dustyn into this world and besides, Dusty's just not vicious like that. "Have I bummed you out?"

Dustyn rubs his eyes, feeling a little sleepy after the comedown from his high. At his own little get-together, he's the one feeling absolutely shattered first. He's no longer the party animal he used to be. Dustyn's really slipping into the role of "dad" so it'll be a pipe and slippers and a sensible bedtime for him soon. He listens to what Erich has to say, glad to be hearing someone else's perspective. Dallas wouldn't have a clue as he's never raised a child before and the other members of Weekend may sugarcoat things for little Dusty. Not to mention the fact that they're all probably wasted downstairs now. "There is a school for the deaf in London but it's like a high school. That's no good. I heard that some mainstream schools hire specialists for one on one but that's if the school is willing to pay for extra staff. These days most schools are too fecking cheap to buy a new textbook let alone hire someone." Dustyn sighs, feeling tired and defeated. It sucks being a grown up. "Shay's in such an awkward position. I don't want to set him back but I don't want to push him into something he isn't ready for. I mean, he's a smart kid and knows hell of a lot of sign language for his age. He's four, five in May, so he doesn't know everything just like other kids who aren't deaf. It's hard to tell if he's going to have trouble developing his words because...he's only four like I said. When I was that age nobody thought I'd go on to be a singer/songwriter and co-own a record label. I don't want to make the wrong decision and kick myself. Can you just wave a magic wand over everything please?" Dustyn groans and lays his head on Erich's shoulder while letting out a fake sob. It's clear that this has been eating away at him for a while. When Erich is less than polite about his father, Dustyn giggles. He may not wish death upon him but that's not to say he's a big fan of the man either. "I wish I knew you way back when. Wouldn't have had to go through a lot of shit growing up. I was like Father Dougal McGuire and dad was Bishop Brennan!" Dustyn laughs softly and starts to stroke the sleeping cat again.

Billy suddenly bursts through the bedroom door, joint hanging out of his mouth, wearing nothing but his boxers and a warm winter jacket whilst clearly shit-faced drunk. "H-hey fuck-fuckers!!!"

"Billy! Don't smoke that in here! You have to go out into the balcony!" Dustyn jumps up from his bed and heads over to Billy as he scolds him. Jaffa, the sleepy kitty, hops off of Dustyn and up onto Erich's lap. This will suffice as his new place of rest. Dustyn takes the joint out of Billy's mouth. He's not a total killjoy, after all everyone knows what Dustyn Blue can get up to, but it is his family home and there are rules. "Billy, why are you wearing that? How much have you had to drink?"

Billy just sways and looks at Dustyn for a few moments saying absolutely nothing. After snapping out of a drunken gaze he simply replies with "E-eleven-seven...". whatever that may mean. He reaches into the pocket of his coat and takes out a can of lighter fluid. Billy, being as classy as ever, starts to inhale the fluid up one of his nostrils as he makes his way across the room and towards the bed. "Let...let me park my arse he-here!". Billy plops down next to Erich and just looks at him with glazed over eyes, totally wrecked. It's a wonder how the three people in this room are still alive with everything they've consumed in their lifetime.