Dustyn shakes his head in disgust. Even the thought of not being pristine makes him shudder. "Ew, I won't. Don't worry about that." He then pauses for a moment and after a few seconds of silence, turns back to face Dallas. "What's algae?". Dustyn is so cute but God he can have dim moments. It's a good job he's adorable.

Billy reluctantly scribbles the name off of the list. He can't stand it. Similar to the way Dustyn cringes when he hears the name Keith. He doesn't have history with the name, he just thinks it's the most unattractive title there is. Who calls their baby boy that? Billy somewhat related to the name situation earlier in his life. "I forced everyone to call me Billy. Used to pretend it was my real name and not a nickname. Bilal was chosen by my dad and I didn't want anything to do with that cunt. Was always called "Bilal Shaeen" when I was in trouble. Billy felt better."

The others, particularly Oscar, seem surprised that Billy is actually being nice about the situation and not pressing it. Usually he'd be foaming at the mouth with jokes and digs knowing sensitive information like this. He's being nice. He's pretty high though.

Dustyn is trying to count back the years to when Erich lost his virginity. "So...I was only 4 when you were being all...naughty?".

"Oh this should be good," says Scott, rubbing his hands and waiting for Billy's tales. They're always entertaining.

Billy stubs out his second joint and exhales the smoke up towards the stars as he thinks about some of his bizarre life stories he could tell. "I first did heroin when I was only 14. I slept with a guy in his 30s when I was just 15 then I robbed him as he slept. I had to go to hospital because I got a vibrating love egg lodged too far up my arsehole." Billy opens a bottle of beer and sips on it, leaving the others to sit with all that information.

"Kumbaya? I'm not singing that shit. I don't sing if I'm not getting paid." Billy has a great voice for someone with such a grating accent and personality. Oddly, he never spontaneously bursts into song. You have to buy a ticket to hear him live. Leave it to Dustyn though. He's always up for a sing-song. "Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya. Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya..." he sings softly while resting against Dallas. Dustyn probably has the best voice here and it's not one you'd expect to come out of him. He has such a rich, mature and classic voice like the famous old crooners. Pop music wasn't really accepted in his household so he grew up listening to a lot of blues, jazz and swing. Sinatra was who he studied vocally. Oddly enough, today is the 20th anniversary of his death. "I'm bored of this song now. It's hardly Papa Don't Preach, is it?".

Billy sighs and just nods at Erich after the answer is guessed. "Yeah...that one was fake." Billy looks down at his feet, kicking some of the leaves and dirt with his shoes. "I'm not going in the water though..." he says quietly but in a stern tone. "Scott, you go next." Billy's keeping his sentences short so he's clearly in a mood and not playing anymore.

Scott swiftly moves on, taking his turn before Billy whines any longer. "Um...OK...shit, it's hard after giving the first example. I've gone blank!" Scott chuckles and scratches the back of his head, thinking about what to say. "OK, I can turn my right foot around 270 degrees. I only have one testicle. I can eat six Big Mac in one sitting." Scott sits back, enjoying his beer while the others guess. He isn't too fussed about the result.

Billy is an odd one. He'll gladly tell people of his sexual exploits and bowel movements but he won't sing in front of them, despite that being his profession. It's just TOO embarrassing. "I don't feel like drowning, Jayne." Billy says rather bluntly. The chances of him actually drowning are pretty slim if he's just wading with seven other people on hand but he's that terrified, the paranoia is creeping in.

Scott laughs and pumps a fist in victory. "Yes! I'm safe and yes, I do have just the one. Pretty grim but I had it removed 3 years ago. Health scare and all that. Still, it's stopped me from getting in that lake so it's not all bad." Scott stands up and walks a little closer to Jayne and Erich. "The burger one was the false one. I can only eat 4 before I tap out. The foot thing is true, watch!" Scott starts to turn his foot around in a clockwise manner. It seems fine at first and then it turns freaky when he twists it around 180 degrees...and then even further. Dustyn cringes and averts his eyes. He's half expecting to hear a snapping noise. Scott seems proud of his weird trick, however. "Cool, right?Can't do it with the left one though." He pops his foot back into place and analyses the group. It appears that only two people are left; Dallas and Riley. "Hmmmm...Hamilton, it's your turn."

Riley is the golden child of the band. He's the peacemaker of the group, totally placid, everyone's friend, doesn't touch drugs and lives a cruelty-free vegan life. He is also very funny and likes to rock the boat, dropping bombshells and making people laugh. It works so well because he is usually the good boy and when he breaks character, his antics are even more effective. Riley knows his three stories need to have shock value and go against his clean cut image. It's a funny game and when in Rome. "OK so a few months ago I got so drunk one night that I forgot I was vegan. I woke up next to a half eaten lamb kebab. My first sexual experience was in an alleyway behind a McDonald's with a girl from my school and the last one...I have a condition which means my foreskin is too tight to pull back and one time when I was being pleasured it...split a little..." Riley laughs after dropping some of his stories. "Sorry Jayne!" he says to the virginal girl from across the fire.

"I don't know what shocks me most; you munching a dead animal, getting freaky behind a fast food restaurant in Leeds or...skin splitting!" giggles Dustyn. He knows the real answer of course but isn't going to spill it out.

"I have a prosthetic one. Doesn't look like anything has changed so I've got nothing freaky to show you, pal." Scott says with a soft laugh as he holds his beer up to his lips. He doesn't seem to mind talking about it. It could be a sensitive subject for many but he appears to be cool with it. When you're a member of Weekend and have stories printed about you all the time, your life is unwillingly an open book. Scott doesn't care. It's nothing to be ashamed of. He laughs and shakes his boot towards Jayne, knowing his twisty ankle freaks her out.

Riley turns red and holds his head in his hands. He's been found out. "God, nooooo!" he exclaims in an exaggerated manner. Not only did he fail but he also confessed to some shocking acts. It wasn't worth it in the end. If he managed to avoid the lake, revealing that his foreskin once ripped would have been slightly worth the embarrassment. "Yeah, the meat one was fake. The others...weren't. Oh gosh...I'm going in the lake!". The game is shaping up to be a surprising turn of events. Riley, Jayne and Dustyn to an extent would probably be the last to willingly volunteer for it. Oscar has a tape out there with nothing to hide while Scott and Erich seem to love wild, spur of the moment decisions and yet all of them have escaped it.

"Dallas...looks like it's your turn," Dustyn says softly. He's torn about what he wants the results to be. Dustyn is quite possessive, in a healthy sense, and doesn't wish anyone else to see his boyfriend in his birthday suit. On the other hand, it'd make Dustyn feel more comfortable to have his boyfriend in there with him.

"Yeah, it's why I'm glad I'm not going into the lake. It malfunctions in water. Pain in the arse making doctor's appointments every time I go for a shower." Scott plays along with the joke and is starting to sound a little tipsy. He's been rattling the beers like they're going out of fashion. With his "bionic" crotch and twisty ankle, he feels like a weird superhero. Beats feeling like the "one who can't sing". "I should've just whipped out the foot trick to scare the reporters away in the airport, right?" Scott jokes. Not too long ago he was detained for attacking a paparazzi who was pestering him after a flight from L.A.

"Ugh, my stomach is churning with all this meat talk now!" Riley jokes, holding onto his stomach. He's being a good sport about failing, unlike Billy who has fallen silent and is still sulking. When Jayne brings up foreskin again, he laughs and shrugs, finding it interesting that someone has zero knowledge of something so common to him. He lives with it. "Well...Dustyn has one too if you get curious."

Dustyn crosses his legs over. He feels like he's betraying his gayness and very essence if a female so much as sees his willy.

The others listen to Dallas and try to suss out his stories. They all know him pretty well but he doesn't live in their pockets so there's plenty stories he hasn't told them yet, making this one a little harder to figure out. "Hmmmm..." mumbles Oscar, narrowing his eyes at the bearded rock star. "I feel like if Dustyn's father seen your cock, you wouldn't have lived to tell the tale...but you guys DID spend some time away in Ireland recently. I haven't seen you as a child and I don't want to make assumptions that you were...on the larger side. You and Dustyn have three cats. Could be a stance against dogs. I wonder..." he trails off, really putting thought into it.

"Am I the only one picture child Dallas with the same beard?" asks Scott with a little laugh. The first thing that comes to mind with Dallas is his iconic beard so it sort of stays in ones head.

"I feel like the chubby child one is false. I sort of remember some sort of story about a dog a while ago," says Riley, peeling the label off of his bottle of water. "Although the story about Dustyn's dad seeing you naked sounds a bit too outrageous."

"We'll say the chubby kid one is false" says Oscar. "And if the penis story is true, how did that go down with Papa Blue?"

Scott suddenly becomes very aware of his crotch and crosses his leg over. "It's a lot more exciting talking about it this way. It's usually a way more depressing topic to talk about. Nobody really jumps for joy when talking about loosing a ball. It all still works though. I have a son! Totally bionic, man."

Dustyn pats Dallas on the back, supporting him. He doesn't want his boyfriend to get naked in front of his friends. That's all for him. "Yeah, Dallas can't go into the waters. I don't want him getting an infection and dropping dead. You know how long it took me to find a decent man?!" Dustyn isn't even joking. He caught a good one and if Dallas were to drop dead, he'd have to return to the dating world with the dregs of society. He giggles as the Ireland incident is recalled. It definitely was an experience that wouldn't be forgotten any time soon. "Yeah, this one here ran off and left me to deal with my dad. We were yelling in Gaelic. Worst part? Dallas had just...finished...before it happened and my dad kept telling me to stand up. Try talking to your father while man milk runs down your thigh..."

"Why don't you just go wading with Billy?" suggests Scott. That option seems worse. Dallas isn't the biggest fan of Billy plus the guy seems to be in a mood now. "I'm not fucking going in. End of." Billy says bluntly, putting an end to the conversation. He is clearly terrified but is acting standoffish to mask it. He's trembling on the inside.

Reluctantly Riley stands up and rubs his hands together, already feeling the cold as soon as he moves away from the fire. "Right...so...are we going to do this?"

"Yeah, Finn. He just turned two." Scott does the typical doting parent thing and brings up a picture of his kid on his phone. Finn is a cute kid, looking like his father but oddly blond despite having two brunette parents. "All us guys are parents. Oscar has Roo and Rocco, Billy has Daniel, Riley has Orson and Dustyn has Shay...who I think you're familiar with." It appears that Weekend are already prepared to launch their second generation with their sons, who look just like mini versions. Scott doesn't wish to bring up the subject of Erich's kid. He doesn't know the ins and outs of it all but he's heard some things from Dustyn and it sounds like a touchy subject.

"Try growing up with him! You've only met him three times!" Dustyn still can't believe he survived that childhood. His father certainly is intimidating, even to Dallas. Dustyn still struggles to stand up to him and he's a grown man now. He gags at the idea of getting back with Blake or fooling around with Grimmie. "Joshy is sweet but I wouldn't get involved with him. Blake? Ew. Blake probably still wanks off to my pictures...creep." Dustyn doesn't publicly speak out against Blake, wanting to stay above the fray, but he fucking hates him. He gives Dallas a tight squeeze before turning to Jane and scowling. "We're gross? You have a vagina and periods!" Dustyn cringes and shakes his head, trying to knock the mental image out of his head.

Riley kicks off his shoes before beginning to strip off. He gets down to his underwear and suddenly becomes very aware of his surroundings, realising everyone is pretty much watching him get naked. Riley puts a hand down his boxers and cups while his other hand pulls them off. Scott jokingly wolf whistles and smacks his friend's butt from behind. "Nice buns, Hamilton!". Riley does have a nice body - very toned and muscular. He isn't really wishing to show it off much longer though. "Oh it's freezing and we're not even at the water yet!"

Dustyn fights with his boots before taking off his socks, trousers, shirt and eventually his boxers. He also cups and positions himself so that only Dallas can see his bare bum even though it's not going to matter in a few seconds. He didn't think the walking over twigs while barefoot thing through very well. "Ow. ow. ow." he blurts with each step as they proceed through the wooded around and down to the water.

Riley quickly pads down into the water, wanting it to be over and done with. He wades in, causing big splashes until he's submerged to his neck. Riley doesn't cuss much but the icy lake is a shock to the system. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS IS COLD!! UUUUUUHHHH!!". Riley can barely handle it so Dusty has no chance.

Dustyn stands at the edge of the lake with his hands on his hips, just letting it all hang. Even with the biting cold air, he's damn impressive. "Wish me luck!" he says, turning to Dallas and giving him a kiss before running into the water and squealing as soon as his foot is submerged. He swims over to Riley and holds onto his shoulder. Dustyn isn't a very strong swimmer and wants to steal whatever body heat is left. It's clear that the lake isn't a wise idea. He's already shaking with the temperature.

Weekend's kids are pretty much mini versions of their fathers already in terms of looks and personalities. Daniel is already the one that tests the other kids' nerves. They tend to keep them out of the spotlight, however. People on the internet are weird. Most photos are only for friends and family to see. It's creepy seeing Twitter accounts pretending to be Shay Blue. "I honestly don't know how I'd feel if Finn wanted to be in the industry. I guess it's pretty inevitable though. Not everyone is made for this job." Scott says matter of factly. This group has endured everything the press can throw at them.

Dustyn and Riley swim around a little, just wanting to feel like they've actually accomplished something. Bolting back out of the lake wouldn't be worth losing a game and stripping in front of their friends. They need to prove a point...even though they don't really know what that point is. It's clear that Dustyn is feeling it worse than Riley though. He's not as tough as his Northern friend and doesn't swim much anyway. "This...this isn't f-f-fun!!!". He isn't interested in looking at Jayne or Riley and the naked embarrassment is no longer on his mind. Dustyn is more focused on the coldness and the possibility of frostbite or pneumonia. "Uuuhh, I'm getting out in a minute. I can't take this. I feel like I've already lost 8 inches."

Riley raises an eyebrow and turns around to face Dustyn. "Just how long is it?!" he asks with a laugh. Riley himself is adjusting to the water but knows it's not smart to stay in much longer. He envies everyone else who is watching, all clothed and warm. "You guys are really missing out on an experience, right Jayne?" Riley wants to coax everyone else in so they can feel the biting lake and stop laughing at them.

"Nah, you're alright, Riley! My nut would malfunction in there!" calls Scott, who is stood on a rock at the edge of the lake, spectating the losers.

"Fuck this!" yells Dustyn, sounding pained. He swims back to the group and pads out of the water, making a beeline for his boyfriend. He's shaking and looks traumatised. "Mother Nature is a bitch."

Billy is quietly watching everything, stood next to Erich. He can't converse well with Oscar and he couldn't trust Scott not to throw him in the lake. If only he knew some of the things running through Erich's head. Billy doesn't really hide the fact that he checks out Dustyn's ass as he walks by them. Subtly isn't Billy's thing.

Riley laughs and shrugs when Jayne asks when circumcision makes things bigger. The band, aside from Billy, haven't had the snippy-snip so he can't really talk about the impact it has. "Uh...well...I think it's mainly down to someone's luck or lack of. We're British-born guys of a similar age but we're all different...in that department. I'm really not the best person to talk to about this!" Riley laughs, happy that some conversation is going even if it is an odd one as it keeps his mind off of the cold. He's one of the straight members in the band. Willy talk isn't exactly high on his list of topics.

Oscar walks down to the water and dips his hand in just to get a feel of it. "No, not going in, that's nasty and something moved in between my fingers. No thanks."

Dustyn snuggles into the warm towel although it only provides so much aid. The temperature of the water was excruciatingly cold and the bitter air isn't helping. "I didn't think this through..." he says after Dallas makes the Shrek remark. There aren't exactly any showers around. "Don't go in there," he says in a concerned tone, as if Dallas would actually willingly step foot in that lake. "Can he help me dry off?" he says in a shaking voice. He's too cold to do anything apart from shiver.

"Hmm?" Billy says, turning back around to Erich and taken aback. He had no idea that Erich could see him checking Dustyn out. "Oh...um...I was just uh..." Billy then sighs, feeling defeated and just confesses up, "It's a nice arse, OK? Hard not to look." Billy looks back around but Dustyn's pesky towel is in the way. It's clear he has this weird thing for him.

Riley hears Jayne's offer of a competition and thinks about it for a moment. He'd accept a challenge any other day but this lake will probably be the death of him and Jayne if they stay in any longer so it's probably wise to get out. "While that does sound fun, I'm losing the feeling in my legs. I think we deserve to sit by the fire." Riley begins to swim away and turns back to face Jayne briefly. "Oh and I was the first one in here so technically I've already survived the waters the longest." Riley winks and playfully splashes some water her way before swimming back to land.

Scott wolf whistles, joking around as Riley steps out of the water all muscular and wet while cupping the goods. It's like something from a naughty calendar...for algae fetishists. "Move your hand!"

Riley's eyes widen and he bursts out laughing at the sheer THOUGHT of doing that. "Scott, I have just been in an icy lake. Moving my hands and showing you my willy is the LAST thing I'm going to do!" He looks around and the feeling of exposure sets in again. At least in the water he was submerged. Now he's standing with his ass to Jayne and carefully cupping the goods in front of everyone else. "So...uh...anyone have a towel?"

"Boil the water..." Dustyn says, shivering and stamping his bare feet on the ground. He can't take this much longer. As appealing as the fresh clothes look, he knows he can't just step right into them while smelling and tasting like Shrek. Dustyn wraps himself up in the towel and leans into Dallas as a way of staying warm for as long as possible. It's going to feel like a lifetime for the water to boil. He stops all the fidgeting for a split second, looks up at Dallas and asks; "Can I have a chocolate bar?". He knows there must be some on the trip. There's no way Billy would be here if he didn't have some chocolate on hand.

Oscar hands a towel to Riley to dry himself off with. He seems to be handling it better than the others. Whether or not he still feels the same but is just masking it very well is a different question. He is an award winning actor after all. "Avert your eyes," Riley says with a laugh as he has to stop cupping and dry off important parts. Oscar nods and turns, only to lock eyes with Jayne rather awkwardly. "Oh...hi there...uh...crappy weather, right?" he says, stumbling over his words. Scott comes over and playfully slaps Oscar across the cheeks. "Oscar Joseph Ward, stop looking at lady bits!"

There is a towel for Jayne right next to Billy but he's not getting paid so he's not lifting shit. He's also enjoying the nakedness, shifting focus between Jayne and Riley. He's getting a full display with Ms Wriggle and, at the right angle, can see up Riley's towel. It's the simple things in life that please Billy. He reaches into his pocket and takes out a crushed carton of cigarettes and a lighter. He sparks up and offers one out to Erich, his hands badly cut and scraped. "Smoke?". He isn't sure if Erich even smokes regular cigarettes but it's nice to offer. He thinks they're friends.