"The Marines are pussies!" Billy pipes up in support of Dustyn. "They want to try taking a...you know what? I'm going to keep it clean. We have a virgin in our presence," Billy says pointing over at Jayne. "All I will say is that I did it dry and my guts were rearranged by the end of it. Oh it was fantastic." Billy chuckles and rubs his hands together. It's hard to tell when he's joking or not because he really does live such a colourful life.

Dustyn takes a sip of water to clean his mouth before spitting it back out. It's very glamorous being a member of Weekend. "Ughhh! I can't stand things at the back of my throat...don't even think about it!" Dustyn holds his hand up before Billy has time to make a lewd remark. He raises an eyebrow when Jayne says that she has a short tongue. Tongue length is nothing he's thought about before. He just cares that it works. "Oh I...have an average tongue, I think. Do I?" he says, turning to Dallas. His boyfriend may have more knowledge of that.

The tents seem to be coming along well and look like they're going to be pretty big. There are only two tents but eight people so it looks like there will be a lot of sharing but thankfully, the tents don't look snug. Riley stands up after working on the tent and stretches. "So, who is sleeping where?"

"Well..." Billy says, surveying the group. "I don't think Jayne likes me, Scott kicks in his sleep, Dustyn's a farter....Erich, how about it? Us two sharing a sleeping bag. It'll drive the fan fiction community wild. You can pick who else shares the tent with us."

Billy shakes his head and makes a fist, about to do some sort of demonstration. "No well, you see...". Riley lowers Billy's fist and cuts him off before even more people start vomiting tonight. "OK, that's enough, Billy. I think some things are best left unsaid, yeah? I'm sure Jayne can piece the puzzle together." Riley gently ushers Billy away. The naughty tales can be told another day. It doesn't last long before he overhears another conversation. "Yeah I like a little nip on the tip now and then. Nice little rush, especially if it's just before you blow your load. It's kinda like a sucker punch to the back of the head while you're being done up the arse." Billy doesn't even mean to be lewd, he just doesn't have a filter. There's definitely some social elements missing. Oscar refrains from putting a marshmallow in his mouth after that.

Dustyn giggles and sticks his cute tongue out at Dallas and snuggles up with him after he's chosen as Dallas' sleeping partner...even though there would be no other option. He stands on his tiptoes and whispers to Dallas, "Who else do you think you'll be OK with in the tent?". There are eight people and two big tents so it looks like two groups of four. He doesn't want someone in the tent that Dallas is uncomfortable with.

"OK." Billy says rather bluntly. He seems a tad offended when his tent sharing offer is rejected. He already knows that Jayne and Oscar aren't his biggest fans so getting the cold shoulder from Erich stings a bit. He'd probably be crushed if he found out Dallas actually disliked him too. "Shall we talk about pussy instead of dick then? I go both ways, it's OK. By the way, is Daisy still considered a real lesbian after she wanked of Christopher Hudson?" If Jayne wanted to switch the conversation around then Billy is more than happy to.

"Tents are done!" Scott calls out, nailing the final peg down on the second tent. They look superb. Definitely ones bought with Weekend money. "Maybe we should all sit down...get a fire going...just...get along, yeah?" Scott says, sitting on a tree stump and wanting to switch things around as he sensed the growing bite in Billy's voice.

Billy shrugs when asked if the punch to the head could kill him. "Yeah, I guess but it's all part of the fun though. It adds more suspense and sexual tension when you play with death. If there's a 100% chance you come out of something totally unscathed, I'm not interested. I like a bit of danger and uncertainty." Billy really is a wild one. Even though it's pretty funny to listen to his extreme stories, it's a little sad how willing he is to play with his life.

Dustyn smiles, happy that Dallas isn't being too particular about it. He looks around the group to mentally assess potential candidates. Erich and Jayne would be sharing but adding them to the tent would make Billy jealous. Choosing Billy could cause some friction and not many people are willing to be in such close quarters with him. "What if we ask Riley and Oscar? I think that Erich, Jayne and Scott could handle Billy." It's the best of both worlds as it stops Billy grating on Dallas plus he seems to like Riley and Oscar best anyway. Dustyn moves in and whispers again, "Uh...I was thinking...when the others go to sleep...maybe we could go off on an adventure on our own?" Dustyn chuckles and flashes his torch...

Billy doesn't press the Daisy situation any further. He rattled the cage and found a button to push. His work is done. He walks around, gazing up at the stars and heads over to the van. He starts to roll up a joint as he strolls around.

Riley looks around and then points over to a bunch of bags sat next to one of the tents. "I think everything you need should be there, Erich." Riley steps over a log and picks up a bag, handing it over to Erich.

Billy sparks up his joint as he watches everyone working and gathering supplies. "You guys need to relax a bit. We're here to have fun. Once the fire is going, I want to see you guys get high and go skinny dipping."

Riley laughs as he unzips one of the bags, taking out torches and food containers. "You want to see US do it? Why? Thought you'd be the first one to do such a thing, Holmes."

"I can't fucking swim, mate! I'd be right in there otherwise. It's just...I have a bad relationship with the water," says Billy rather quietly. In other words, he's terrified of it. "I nominate you to go first, Hamilton. I want to see the golden child of the group loosen up." Billy chuckles and takes another drag of his joint.

Rather red-faced and feeling put on the spot, Riley scratches his chin as he thinks about the idea. The idea is fun and he doesn't want to seem like a buzz kill but it's also not in his nature to do such a thing. "Well...I...maybe...I'll...we'll see, OK?" he says with a nervous laugh.

"You're too pussy, Hamilton. Now, Mr Erich would. He knows how to have fun. Scott would too, Dustyn would, Oscar has a sex tape with nothing to hide...hell, I'm sure even Dallas and Jayne would before you." Billy says, purposely taunting Riley to get the result he wants.

Riley shakes his head and laughs lightly, appreciating Billy's persistence and pressure. "Maybe...alright, look...if someone else does it then fine, I'll go into the lake. You have my word." Riley holds his hands up and smiles. "Not going to be the only one though. I don't want to be soaking wet and freezing my...peanuts off while you're all toasty by the fire."

Dustyn looks over at Billy and nods in agreement with Dallas. While Dustyn loves and can handle him, Billy is a very abrasive character and not everyone is comfortable with him. It's only a matter of time before he pisses someone off severely. "Yeah...Erich might flip on him too. They're being nice now but Billy knows how to push his buttons." While Dallas isn't a fan either, he's so level headed and cool that Billy hasn't really found a trigger to use. Only Dallas and Riley have mastered the art of rising above Billy, which is very difficult to achieve. He's very persistent. Dustyn giggles when Dallas mistakes what he's trying to say as a real adventure. "Nooo I was thinking...you know..." Dustyn reaches into his pocket and takes out a condom, passing it secretively to Dallas like some sort of drug deal. "Later, yeah?" he says with a little grin and a wink.

With the fire now lit, everyone starts to gather around. Billy takes another drag of his joint and shrugs at the evaluation of the weather. "You guys not know how to have fun? I think you should all go in the lake later tonight...even if it is like Jack Frost farting after a bean dinner, as Erich put it so politely. You should go have fun for me later. I can't swim. Boo." Billy smokes some more and offers his joint out to the group, willing to pass it on.

Scott cracks open a beer and looks into the bag of marshmallows. Most have been eaten already. "Looks like we have some chubsters among us. Look!" Scott holds up the bag which is half empty. "Anyone want to play a game? Two truths and lie."

"Does it involve skinny dipping though?!" Billy says from across the fire, ripping pages out of a book and putting them on the fire. He loves burning stuff.

"No...but we can incorporate it if you want? We go around and tell two truths about ourselves and one lie. The group have to guess the lie. If you lose, meaning that they guess your lie, you have to go into the lake in the end. If you pass, meaning they don't suss out your lie, you'll remain dry tonight."

"Sounds fun!" says Oscar, toasting a marshmallow. "But we know pretty much everything about our band members. It's not exactly fair."

"Well when it comes to us, our special guests can try to suss us out. I don't think Erich knows all our deepest, darkest secrets." Scott drinks more of his beer then looks over at Dallas, "You need to stay quite when it's Dusty's turn. We don't want to give the Irishman an unfair advantage."

Dustyn knows that Dallas isn't really one for PDA let alone full on banging. Dustyn isn't one for any of that too. It was a different story when he was 18 but he's more modest now. However, he didn't wish to pass up on the opportunity of having some fun with his boyfriend while out here. Something about getting all romantic in a new location is a turn on for Dustyn. "We'll find a spot when prying eyes are away." Dustyn giggles and gives Dallas a little peck on the cheek.

"I think my body is used to handling all sorts of fucked up temperatures" says Scott, taking the joint from Billy. He's more comfortable to share with his friend than most of the others. "I spend half my year here and then the other half back in L.A. plus I'm Australian." Scott doesn't have much of an Australian accent anymore but glimpses of it do shine through his rather odd sounding English one. Certain words he says show off a strange twang. There are five very different accents for the 3 American guests to adjust to. Scott's weird combination of Aussie and southern English, Billy's street urchin east London squawking, Oscar's typical spoiled rich boy fancy Queen's English, Dustyn's fast paced and jolly Irishness and Riley's gruff, northern Leeds accent.

"Skinny wading? Then the water only goes up to my knees or so. I'd basically just be flashing. That's not as fun. There's an art to nudity." Billy says, grimacing at the idea. He takes his nakedness very seriously.

"You could go in a little further until it goes past your waist," suggests Oscar while toasting a marshmallow.

"No. Don't like that. Makes me nervous." Billy is rather blunt with his answer. It's clear he feels a certain way about water but doesn't wish to expand on it, probably out of fear of embarrassment and shame. Billy likes to be the tough guy and hates the fact that he's hydrophobic. He'd honestly have a panic attack and cry if he found himself submerged.

"OK, I'll give you and example. This one doesn't count towards the real game though," says Scott who passes his joint to Oscar, who winces and passes it on to Riley who also declines it and passes it on to Dustyn. He takes a drag of it while Scott sets up the example. "So I'll say three statements about myself. Two are true and one is false: I farted in front of The Queen of England, I shared a cab with a drunken Stephanie Fierce and I threw up while looking at the view from the Eiffel Tower."

"The Stephanie one is fake!" says Dustyn after exhaling from his puff. He offers the joint to his boyfriend.

"Yeah, that one was fake. Because my lie was spotted, it means I lost. So I'd be going into the lake at the end of the game. If my lie wasn't sussed out, I'd be safe. Also, it was just Dustyn who called out the answer but in the actual game, it has to be a group decision. One final answer." Scott tries his best to make sure he's explaining as best he can. "Don't worry if you guess someone's lie wrong, it doesn't affect you. The only time you have to worry about being on the skinny dipping list is if people can figure out YOUR lie. So you better get thinking. Who wants to go first?"

"I don't know if she acknowledged the fart. I certainly did it though," laughs Scott. "I was nervous meeting her and I was last in line. Was feeling very pent up, you know?"

"She smelled like piss..." Billy mumbles, rolling up yet another joint. He's not a fan of the royal family by any means.

Dustyn smokes what's left of the joint and listens to Jayne's stories. It's pretty hard to single one out as a lie. "Well...the strawberry one seems plausible but the porn one is so unbelievable that it could actually be shockingly real and you're trying to trick us. Wait, Erich's name isn't his name?!" Dustyn puts his hands on his hips, feeling totally lied to.

"A virgin that's done porn? Lies." Billy says as he sparks up his second joint. "Does a little rub and a lick not count as losing your virginity?"

"I think the porn one seems like an obvious lie but it's actually true and that's why she's thrown it in there...to make us really think about it. I feel like the strawberry one is a lie. Erich seems cool enough to have multiple different names." Riley throws out his suggestion.

"Yeah...I think the strawberry one is fake," says Scott. "Agreed?". The others nod, picking the strawberry story as the lie. "Alright Jayne, tell us and then pick someone to go next."


ooc: Sorry if replies seem short of vague for a bit. There's 8 turns to take at the game and 8 rounds of answers too. Wanna try to fly through it xD

Before Scott gets a chance to give his opinion on the reptilian thing, Billy butts in. "Probably. One thing is for sure though: she's an old cunt. They're all cunts. The lot of them? Cunts. That's what they are."

"OK we get the picture, Billy. You're not a fan!" laughs Scott, finding Billy's passionate hatred hilarious but he doesn't want the c-word being tossed around all night. He then turns to Jayne and fakes a frown. "Awww...looks like you're on the list."

Meanwhile, Dustyn scowls and narrows his eyes at Erich while resting his head on Dallas' shoulder. He doesn't like the fact that he doesn't know his real name. "Faker..." he says quietly.

Oscar wasn't expected to be chosen so early in the game so he's taken aback slightly and stumbles, trying to think of stuff on the spot. "Oh...me? Right, well...uh...let me think..." Oscar brings a foot up onto the log as he ponders, going over the tales of his life. "OK, I had two guinea pigs growing up called Homer and Bart. Homer went missing when I was trying to clean the cage and when I was searching for him, I moved the couch and accidentally squished him and...killed him. I was kicked out of a restaurant because Jerry Seinfeld came in and he wanted to be the only star in there. Everyone knows about my...naughty tape...but they don't know that there's actually a second part that never got out."

Riley pipes up, "Oh! I know which two are definitely true! I'm staying quiet, I'll let the others figure it out. It's not fair because I already know the stories." Oscar puts his fingers on his lips, wanting Riley to keep quiet, to which he nods in agreement. The others can suss him out this round.

"Yes, I'm safe!!" claps Oscar excitedly. He has tamed since his sex tape years and isn't the kind to go skinny dipping anymore. He's glad that he's not on the list. "Seinfeld was actually true! I was asked to leave. I loaded up on bread sticks and left. The tape was the lie." Oscar has never been so elated over missing out on a sexual exploit.

"You left for Seinfeld? I would've said something to the cunt." Billy narrows his eyes and takes a long drag of his joint, thinking of a fictional argument in his head. "I was torn between that one and the second part of the tape. You already came at the end of the first one and I don't know when you...you know...load back up. Still, Seinfeld?? That's poor."

Oscar shrugs, "Ah well...it is what it is, Billy. OK, who's next?" he says, scanning the group. Oscar didn't want to converse with Billy any longer than he had to. The pair always clashed and could barely hold a conversation without it escalating into something nasty. "OK...Dusty, I choose you!"

Dustyn squeals and sits up, passing the pathetic remains of the first joint back to Dallas. "OK...um...oh God...I feel like everyone knows of my craziness!" Dustyn does live a colourful life so it's hard to think of something he hasn't done. He knows Dallas is probably excluded from answering this round on account of him being the boyfriend of five years. "Right well...I accidentally flashed two nuns while I went for a wee in a park, I got my very first A in English for writing an entire essay on Madonna and there's a Tumblr page dedicated to just my feet...socked and bare." Dustyn chuckles and covers Dallas' mouth as he probably knows the lie already.

Billy takes out a little notepad and pencil from his pocket and begins to jot something down, his tongue poking out from the side of his mouth as he does so. "What you writing there, Billy?" Riley asks from the log adjacent. Billy folds the notepad back up and slips it back inside his pocket. "Just adding Seinfeld to my list of cunts." Billy has a literal list. You don't want to be on it.

Dustyn opens up a can of Dr Pepper and is about to take a sip before Erich pins the answer. "Nooooo!!! Oh my God, you got it. Jayne, you're not alone on the list now! Oh no, Dallas he got it!" he whines playfully, resting his head against his boyfriend and letting out an odd combination of a laugh and defeated sigh simultaneously. "Yeah, the nun thing was false. It was actually just a pair of dog walkers. I needed to go and I didn't think there was a path on the other side of the bushes!" Dustyn then goes a little red faced with embarrassment. "Yeah, a fan has a site for my feet and I wrote an essay on Madonna when I was 14. They said any subject matter so..."

Scott peers over the fire, looking at Dustyn's shoes before gesturing towards Dallas. "Are his feet even that great? I feel left out. I don't have a fan page like that. I have one that only posts pics of my belly button though."

Dustyn laughs with some Dr Pepper in his mouth. "Shush, Scott! Anyway you probably do have one. I was just lucky enough to have been linked to it. It's the internet, there's a site for everything." Dustyn giggles and looks around the group. Since Erich was the one who added Dustyn to the skinny dipping list, he feels like it's only fair. "OK, Erich...or whatever your name is...Matthew? Hoyt? Nathaniel? It's your turn now."

Dustyn snuggles up to Dallas after the warning about the lake. "You'll just have to warm be back up, won't you?" he says with a cute little smile. Dustyn is too hung up on the nakedness to really take into consideration the temperature of the water. Dallas is right, it IS going to be absolutely freezing for him.

Billy sits up, totally triggered after hearing the name William. It's one that he can't stand due to the fact that people always referred to him as that while teasing him. Billy was short for Bilal, NOT a play on William. "Is there a William in our presence?! Would he kindly fuck off??!". He takes out his notepad again, ready to add the name.

"You live some life, Erich. They are all oddly believable," says Scott before sipping on his beer and thinking it over. "Maybe the flesh one? I don't know...I think I believe the Karoliena one though."

"I think it's the Erica one." Dustyn chimes in. "As much as I want that to be real, I think it's the fake one. I say we go with that one."