Dustyn smiles when he sees Erich, instantly feeling in a much better mood whenever he sees the man. He lets out a little squeal when lifted off the ground and keeps his arms outstretched, not wanting to get the paint on Erich's back. He chuckles as he is put back down on the floor. "Don't act like you don't know we're painting. You're here to help. I'm a very short guy and I don't do ladders. They're scary. You can reach the higher bits." Dustyn chuckles and looks Erich up and down. "You bring a change of clothes? It gets messy in there!" he says, pulling on his vest to show off the paint splatters. "Oh and...Billy is here too...and he's had a drink," he says in a low voice, almost like a warning. Billy's presence isn't everyone's cup of tea, especially an intoxicated one. He's one pain in the arse.

"I can just about work a paintbrush but all this climbing and masking off stuff is too hetero for me. I'm gay, you see..." Dustyn leans in to whisper jokingly as if it isn't common knowledge. He chuckles and leads the way into the house, locking the door behind him before proceeding into the living room. The place looks absolutely huge with most of the furniture removed or covered with sheets. Dustyn has certainly done well for himself. The entire little village home he grew up in isn't far off the size of this living room. "So if paint on clothes builds character, what about that..." he says, gesturing over to Billy who is wearing nothing but his black boxers and has splashes of paint over his bare chest, arms, legs and feet. Never in the face though. The paint is a mixture of colours which is bizarre as Dustyn is only using an off-white colour, titled "Crumpled Linen". "Alright!?" Bilal says in his Cockney accent, raising a glass and stumbling with his paintbrush as he swigs his whiskey. It's clear that he hasn't been much help.

"Yeah, I'm gay. My sexuality is illegal in many countries, punishable by death in some and I have high chances of being the victim of a hate crime. I get to avoid talk about sports though and can watch Doris Day films as I please so it's not all bad!" Dustyn giggles, totally fine with joking about his sexuality. There was a time where he resented it on some level and wished that he was straight just so life would be "easier" and his family would be more accepting. Now he doesn't give two shits and wants to shower everything with glitter and rainbows.

Billy hears Erich's suggestion of using him as stamp. He swings his paintbrush out as if drawing a sword, "There shall be no use or abuse of my body without pay! I shall smite you where you stand!" Billy waves the brush again but it loosens in his grip and flies across the room, hitting the wall on the other side. Billy is slightly slurring his words and is a tad unsteady but isn't totally wasted.

"Billy, stop throwing the brush! That's the fourth time I've had to tell you!" Dustyn scolds him like an angry parent would which is funny as Dusty is the baby of the band and Billy is the second oldest behind Scott. It's pretty obvious that Billy has been getting on Dusty's nerves today.

"Ah, shut up..." Billy mumbles and he walks over to pick up the brush, leaving blue paint footprints on the sheets. He grabs the brush and stumbles towards Erich, putting an arm around him and accidentally transferring a lot of paint onto him as well. "Me..m-me and Erich...sorry, Erich and I are going to make this fun. It..it doesn't have to be serious and hard work, Dusty. Relax!" Billy may be right in the sense that time will go faster if they have fun but with the rate Billy's downing alcohol at, it won't be "fun" for much longer.

"Doris Day is a treasure and there shall be no ill-speaking of her within the Blue household!" Dustyn wags his paintbrush at Erich, playfully scolding him...although there's probably a lot of truth in it. Dustyn takes his iconic Hollywood darlings very seriously. Scott once called Marilyn Monroe overrated and nearly lost an eye. After a pause to drink some of his Dr Pepper, Dustyn raises an eyebrow. "Wait...Liberace was gay?!?!?"

Billy is happy that Erich appears to be somewhat on his side. It's not everyday that people agree with him. "See, even your old man says it's better to whistle while you work. Although I'm not a fucking dwarf. There's only one of those around here." Billy laughs hysterically at his own joke regarding Dustyn's height. He continues laughing into his glass as he finishes off his whisky. "Here, hold that," he commands Erich, shoving the empty glass into his hand.

Dustyn shrugs, going along with the joke. "Well out of the seven dwarfs I'd be Happy - a ray of sunshine upon your lives. Oh and just because I'm the youngest, it doesn't make me Dopey, OK!" Dustyn giggles and resumes painting the wall with his arm outstretched as far as possible. He's trying to avoid as much paint splashing as possible. He's too fabulous to get dirty.

"Mate, I'd be Grumpy, not even going to lie," Billy chimes in. "Why was that fat bearded one called Doc? That's not an adjective like the others...or is it? W-was he even a doctor? Ha! Bet he was given out meds and shit to all those other short cunts." Billy's in his own little world. He sighs and hands yet another item over to Erich. This time it's his paintbrush. "I'm bored. Paint a smiley face on my arse cheek, Hess," he says, already pulling down his boxers at the back, whipping out his bare butt.

It is wise to back off from Dustyn when you can sense a debate brewing. He is small but mighty. You think he's cute and fluffy 24/7 but he'll snap your hand off if you rub him up the wrong way. He's a little kitten with attitude and claws. "Oooh I have three copies of Breakfast at Tiffany's on DVD! The same film...but they have different covers and they're all fabulous." Dustyn nods along as he listens to the tale of Liberace. "True, although you can't always believe what you hear. People keep saying that I'm straight and that this is just a publicity act. Imagine such blasphemy?!"

Billy shrugs when asked if the song is from Snow White. He isn't exactly the Disney type. He's just assuming and trying to remember from what he's heard from Dustyn. "Fuck if I know. I think it is though. That's the one with that deluded girl who goes into people's homes and starts cleaning, right? I think that one is all about housework. I don't watch many. They're flawed. Like Cinderella for example; there is only ONE person in the entire land with the same size shoe?!" It's clear that Billy doesn't really have an open mind when it comes to light entertainment. He's pretty straight laced and unforgiving, even when it comes to children's films. Dustyn just laughs internally as he overhears the conversation. Who doesn't know Disney films? Billy giggles as the paintbrush touches his butt cheeks. He then, stupidly, pulls his shorts back up, smudging the paint. It takes him a second before he realises what he's done. "FUCK!"

Dustyn is glad that someone else sees the joy in buying multiple copies of items. If he really loves something, it deserves money thrown at it several times over. Once isn't enough. "Dallas thinks it's silly but I like having my little collection. Sometimes I feel like watching the one with the blue cover, other times I want the black and white artwork. I do the same with albums. Might have the same song but with if the Australian pressing has prettier cover art than the British one? I'm all about aesthetics. Some say it's shallow. I call it having taste." Dustyn giggles and continues to paint, doing a fine good job of it too for someone who isn't all that experienced. Billy's section of the wall, on the other hand, looks like someone let a bunch of kids loose with arts and crafts products. Dustyn chuckles and shakes his head, "I don't think our relationship needs much more exploiting, Erich! Have you seen some of those fan fictions of us?".

"Yeah, they're hot..." Billy chimes in casually as he stumbles around and sits down on one of the covered chairs, probably smearing the butt paint even more.

Dustyn just pauses for a second, not even wanting to question why Billy was looking at erotic stories of him and his adoptive father, before resuming and glossing over Billy's input. "Anyway...it looks like someone has decided to take a break," he says with a little glare over at Billy who is pouring himself another. "Do you mind finishing off Billy's lovely work to the right of the fireplace?" Dustyn smiles, handing the paintbrush to Erich. He could easily lose his cool over Billy's lack of help but that won't get him anywhere.

"Damn, that prince is freaky. I like him." Billy now prefers Erich's telling of the classic tale. Everything is much better with a bit of raunchiness. As for Mary Poppins, he hasn't a clue what that story is about to begin with let alone imagine a better retelling. Still, he gives it a good try. "Mary Poppins sounds like a porno to me. Poppins just sounds filthy. Nazis too?! Kinky bitch." Billy swigs more whisky and nods over at Dustyn as if telling Erich to look over. "Nice view, right?" he says quietly, clearly not joking and being a little more serious. Dustyn is bending down to paint the bottom corner of the wall with his little butt sticking up in the air. Kinda inappropriate for a married man to be saying.

Dustyn is a collector of entertainment items. He's a bit of a "snob" in regards to how he consumes material. He'd rather have physical copies of things to hold and call his own rather than digital files and all this streaming nonsense. That's so impersonal. When Erich brings up PAL and NTSC, it seems to strike a chord with little Dusty. "Oh my God, I know, right?!" he says, waving his paintbrush ferociously. "What is it with all these regions and colour coding crap? It's 2017. All DVD's and players should work together. I can't even get a copy of Fright Night 2 here. The 80's one, not the modern one. I love camp 80's films and even more so when they have bad prosthetic make-up!" Dustyn is a sucker for a throwback. Nothing beats corny special effects and laughing about how cutting edge they seemed at the time. They don't make them like they used to.

"Nazis are fucking horrid people but that'd be one thrilling, taboo fuck." There's definitely something rather sleazy about Billy. Even though he's happily married and would never do anything, it doesn't stop him from being inappropriate or suggestive. Whether it's him comically exposing himself or being overly explicit with his language, Billy seems to expect everyone to be cool with it and, to him, those who aren't are the ones with the issue, not him. He chuckles and shrugs his shoulders at Erich's joke about wanting to have a bigger dick than his partner. "Eh...I can understand that but it doesn't matter with Dusty..." he continues in a low voice, "he's a great little ride..."

Dustyn can hear mumbling from across the room. He heard his name and is pretty sure he caught the gist of what Billy was saying but can't really believe it or be totally sure. Seems a little inappropriate. Dustyn looks back over his shoulder and asks, "Is there something you want to share, Billy?" in a slightly stern tone, using it not so much as a legit question and more as a way of telling him to shut up without actually saying it.

"Nah...it's cool Dusty. You go back to your painting." Billy raises his glass and downs some more as Dustyn sighs and goes back to his duties. As Dustyn's bent over again, Billy continues to check out the view before leaning over to Erich and whispering, "you had him?". Yeah, he just asked that. He heard Erich object to the fan fiction earlier but that could've just been a mask. "You're real close and all...he ever let you slip one in?" Billy gives a knowing wink. It's as if he wants to share stories or something.