"Yay! I like being the pretty one! Although you aren't ugly by any means. If we didn't have the relationship we already have...and if we were both single...and if you liked willies, I'd totally date you." As odd as that thought may seem taking into account the bond they already have, Dustyn stands by it. Erich is a great guy, easy on the eye and Dustyn does have a thing for dark hair and brown eyes. "I...can't say I've ever watched Robin Hood or heard the story. "Hood"? I guess he's not circumcised either?" Dustyn jokes, giggling childishly.

"Whirling Dervish? Aren't they like a sect of Islam or something? Don't tell me another religion is coming for my Irish ass! I'm still fighting off the Catholics!" Dustyn sighs, pretending to be tired from it all. In reality, he's over all the backlash he's been receiving for years. He stopped practising his family's faith, accepted who he is and is focused on bigger, more important things. "Wait...you on MY back? You're a lot bigger though. Don't hurt me!" Dustyn laughs.

As they turn the corner, they come across Riley on his crutches who is coming out of the bathroom. He chuckles and is slightly taken aback at the sight of Dustyn on top of cushions...on top of Erich. He looks them up and down and raises an eyebrow. "Soooo...what's the deal here?" he asks with a laugh.

"Aw, anytime, Erich. You ever need a compliment, just come to me. I'm great at it. I can even make Scott feel good about his s-cooking!" Dustyn giggles, glad he caught himself before he said the word "singing". Dustyn doesn't like to mock or pick on anyone for anything and even though it's common knowledge that Scott's singing is...atrocious, he'd never say it even behind his back. "A fox? Oh...I don't know. I just heard the word hood. Hoods cover heads. Get it?" Dustyn chuckles at his own joke.

"Hmmm I suppose you're right. Billy HAS offended a lot of Muslim countries. He offends a lot of people though. I don't know how he can't sleep with one eye opened with the amount of people he pisses off each day. He stays totally chill." Dustyn admires Billy in many ways. The man just does not give a shit. It's a great yet terrible quality to have. Dustyn loses sleep if he thinks he has upset someone that day.

Riley laughs, totally embracing the wild side of his friends. Ri isn't as much of a free spirit as these two but he definitely has an open mind and can appreciate their zest for adventure. Someone more uptight may look at them with a side eye. "Gathering supplies? Avoiding esophagus impaling? Sounds like a lot goes on in these corridors that I don't know about!" Riley chuckles and starts to move down the hall on his crutches. "Although you guys better hurry. Scott's already half drunk, Billy's seeing dancing shrimps and he's demanding that we search for his shoes even though they're still on his feet. You're missing the fun!"

Riley thinks about it for a second. His balance isn't really the best and he's pretty sure that he'll damage Erich's back. The guy is already carrying a load of big cushions and a Dustyn. Riley is over six feet tall and far from the petite frame of Dustyn. "Man, you think you can handle it?" Riley laughs and carefully straddles Erich, getting behind Dustyn. It takes him a moment to adjust and put his full weight on Erich's back. He's definitely not as light as little Dustyn, who is actually somewhat jealous. He wanted to be the only one on this adventure.

Dustyn giggles as they continue down the corridor on their little adventure. This is only just the beginning. After they collect the pillows and cushions, the REAL fun will begin. When asked if there's any room, Riley looks down and sees that Erich's back is pretty full. "Well uh...I can carry a few more in my arms but other than that, I think we'll have to make do, mate. You can try balancing some on your head if you're feeling adventurous?" Riley chuckles, holding onto Dustyn's shoulder for balance. Dustyn giggles before farting loudly on the cushions and turning all pink and red. "I DIDN'T MEAN IT!!" he says, flailing his hands about.

Dustyn giggles and lets rip once more, this time even louder. He laughs hysterically, a mixture of embarrassment and enjoying the comedy goal. Toilet humour never grows old. Unfortunately for Riley, the novelty has worn off as he's sitting right behind Dusty. "You know what? I think I can walk the rest of the way, lads!" Riley laughs and carefully stands up, getting back on his crutches and lightening the load for Erich. The office is just a few feet away. He hobbles off in front and holds the door open for them.

Scott peers out of the office and can see Dustyn on top of Erich. "Wh-what the fuck?" he asks in a slightly drunken, slurry voice.

Dustyn giggles and makes sure to hold it in from now on. "Hey, you should be grateful! You know how many people would pay good money for something like this?" Dustyn laughs. It is true though. The amount of smut written about these guys, especially Dustyn, is mind blowing. Dustyn leans forward and topples off and over Erich. Rather than putting his hands out to protect himself, Dustyn just stumbles like a toddler and falls face down onto the carpet with his butt up in the air. "Oww!!" he yelps as his forehead connects with the floor.

"Dustyn are you OK??!" Oscar panic, rushing to the little Irishman's aid. Riley had his back turned so he missed the rather comical fall. Billy is still out of it and Scott is now doubled over in laughter.

"Yeah...my head broke my fall..." Dustyn groans, sitting up and rubbing his forehead which has the beginnings of a nasty carpet burn forming on it. "Let's build..." he says, grabbing one of the cushions. Dustyn just wants to take his mind off of it before he breaks down in tears.

Billy sits up and just looks at Erich from across the floor. He's still tripping balls. He narrows his eyes as if mentally planting a curse on Erich before snapping out of it and laying back down again.

While Riley takes the weight off and sits on the couch with his trusted crutches next to him, Oscar and Scott pick up the coffee table and move it to the side so there's enough room to build a decent sized fortress. "Oh fuck! My back. Christ I'm getting old!" Oscar grunts as he sets down the table. It's very weird to hear him cuss as he usually censors himself around Eilidh and the kids.

"Oh that's actually pretty light stuff when it comes to our fans' fantasies," Riley interjects, widening his eyes and looking as if he's just seen a ghost. He recalls many of the smutty stories about him and the boys that he's been sent by the fans. They're pretty harrowing. Billy has done some stuff in front of him that's left Riley scarred for life but the fans? Weekenders take dirt to a whole new level. "A farting Dustyn is pretty light stuff!" Riley laughs but he really isn't joking about the fans. He chucks the couch cushions onto the floor for Oscar, Scott and Dustyn to sort out.

Little Dusty piles up and arranges some cushions with a frown on his face. "Stupid carpet. Hate it. Idiot..." he mumbles angrily to himself as he makes his fortress. Dustyn hates being compared to a child but in moments like these, it's hard not to see the resemblance.

The drugged up Billy crawls into the half-made fortress and sets up camp already, curling up like a cat at the bottom of the bed.

Scott swigs on yet another beer. There's no telling how many he's had since Dustyn, Erich and Riley's cushion quest began. "W-we should play a game in the fortress. We got alcohol so...so it's only right we play games, ya know?" he slurs.

"Games we'll regret in the morning and for the rest of our lives?" Oscar quips as he continues to stack up the cushions around Billy.

"Exactly!" Scott chuckles, taking another gulp.

"We've all been farted on by Dusty, Erich. He's a gassy little thing and we've endured this for like six years." Riley chuckles and looks over at Dustyn who is getting to work on the fortress. He loves the little guy like a younger brother, bad gas and all. "If your back is giving out, you can always borrow my crutches. I know how it feels after a Dustyn attack." Riley laughs and Dustyn looks over at them inquisitively after hearing his name.

"I think we're just about done here," Oscar says while stepping back to admire the fortress in its full beauty. Granted, it looks rather shoddy and not strong enough to keep mirelurks out but it'll suffice for the purpose of tonight and looks cosy enough.

Scott shakes his head and stumbles a little. He's clearly going to be wrecked before the night is out. "Nah..I-I mean like a game of This or That..." he slurs, heading off into the kitchen area. Oscar sighs and rolls his eyes, clearly not a fan of the game. Scott raids the fridge as he continues to explain the game. "We...we have to think of two options. Sort of like "Would you rather?" but instead of...o-of it being like uh...hypothe-thetical...we have to do one of the options." Scott grabs an empty cup and starts to put random ingredients inside; mayo, vinegar, orange juice, milk, coffee granules...you name it. "So if I say "Run around the building naked or sniff Oscar's armpit?" you have to pick one or the forfeit is this drink!" Scott chuckles. "The game is a total bastard for Riley because he can't consume the contents," Scott chuckles while cracking a raw egg into the glass.

Dustyn squeals and crawls into the fortress excitedly.

"Yeah, I don't think we'd be as desirable if they witnessed the amount of gas that's passed in this band!" Riley chuckles and sets his crutches off at the side, carefully bending down and peering into the side of the fortress. He has to move around to the other side as the curled up Billy is blocking the entrance.

Dustyn's little voice can be heard from inside the mountain of cushions. "I've known Riley for six years and NEVER heard him fart!!" he giggles.

Riley chuckles and shakes his head. "Some things are better done in private, my man." Riley laughs before crawling into the fort with the others. Being the tallest in the group, he struggles more than the others getting in so has to take it slow. It still doesn't stop one of the cushions falling down and smacking him on the butt. "Jesus!"

Scott grabs a handful of beers and passes them over to Erich before grabbing the disgusting forfeit mixture and dives under the couches with the others. "Alright...E-Erich since you're...the special guest, you can pick one of us to target first." Scott sits the drink down in the middle as they gather around.

"Oooh I could live in here! It's so cosy. No cats though. We need cats." Dustyn frowns, crawling over to sit with Erich. He takes the peyote that he put into his pocket earlier and pops it into his mouth. The taste isn't his favourite but he soldiers on. If this game is going to be intense, might as well go all out.

Billy perks up, bouncing straight back to life. He is still tripping but is clearly winding down and has one foot back in some sort of reality. Billy is no longer in his own little world but still isn't fully aware. "Where is...uh...wh...do...do we live in here now?" he asks inquisitively, looking around at the fortress of cushions and overturned couches. "Thirsty..." he says while reaching over and grabbing the horrible forfeit concoction. He takes a sip and sets in back into the centre, totally not reacting at all. The others look around in astonishment.

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Scott thinks for a moment. Either endure awkward ice pain for a while or take the shorter drinking dare but run the risk of catching fishy germs. He takes a swig of his beer as he ponders. This is a very big, life changing decision after all. "You know...as quick as the aquarium drinking may b-be...I...I don't wanna end up in A&E wi-with salmonella..." Oscar has to hold in a chuckle at Scott's dumb blond moment. Salmonella from fish water? Ha. "I...I'll go for the cubes!!" Scott hands his beer to Oscar to hold while he squeezes out of the fortress to get the ice cubes.

Meanwhile, Billy is waking up more and the facial expressions he's making are hysterical. He's finally tasting that drink and coming back down to earth. It's a horrid place to be. "Fuck!!" he just blurts out, holding his head in his hands. Billy begins to sob dramatically yet no tears appear. It's all very exaggerated. "I don't like this place!! It's all different!!" Billy continues to cry out before stopping at a moment's notice. He looks over at Erich and speaks in a much more calm and assertive voice, "I'm still pretty though, right?".

Scott returns with the ice cubes as well as a bag of food from the kitchen. "G-got...supplies in case we do more f-f-food related stuff." Scott places the bag down and sits on the floor. He takes a few ice cubes and stares at them, mentally preparing himself. "You are my Everest..." Scott takes a deep breath before stuffing them down the front of his sweats. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Scott's face turns all shades of purple. He grips onto Oscar and Billy who are sat either side of him. "Holy shiiiiit!! Ooohh..." his voice chatters.

Dustyn giggles from across the fort while Riley looks on, wincing and feeling his pain.

"Alright Hess...you're fucking up next!" Scott exclaims, his voice breaking all over the place as he fights through the coldness. "Either....e-either lick...l-lick strawberry jam f-from the bottom of Riley's left foot o-or off of Dustyn's left nut!"

Riley grimaces at the proposal, feeling not only bad for himself but for Erich who has to partake in such a ghastly task. "Oh mate that's not fair. I've been wearing big boots all day...that's not cool..." Riley cringes, hoping to get Erich out of it.

"Yeah and I don't want my ball in someone's mouth. I got a boyfriend!" Dustyn chimes in.

Scott shrugs, totally not bothered. His crotch is in pain and he's losing feeling down there. He doesn't give a fuck right now. "One or the other. That's the game..."