Scott shakes his head when Danita asks if the seat was taken. "Uh...no...umm..." he says in a confused manner at first, not really wanting her to sit down. Scott has no idea who she is and she wouldn't be the first lady to come up and try it on with a married famous man in a club. When he hears that she's been speaking to Dustyn, he becomes more inclined to let her join them. "Oh I see. Was that you over at the bar with him?"

Dustyn slips into the disabled toilet, up to his old antics. He takes a small bag of coke out of his pocket and sets everything up on the sink area. If he can't have a blowout now then when can he with the family-friendly holidays coming up and a lot of promotional work for Weekend in the pipeline? Dustyn snorts two lines and tries his best to clean up and compose himself, looking and trying to focus on the full length mirror before returning to the club.

Oscar raises an eyebrow at Jo, "I will get wasted and head back to the hotel suite. Difference between me and you is that I'm not permanently trying to nurse a hangover. Make yourself useful and grab me another beer!"

Billy takes another drag of his joint and turns to see Den just as he is exhaling. "You alright?"

Sayyid inches closer towards Mariko, not in a sexual manner but rather to stick with someone he actually knows. The only Weekend member aside from his brother that he has somewhat of a friendship with is Riley and he appears to be occupied. He smirks for the photo in his usual charming manner and swirls the contents of his glass. "I have access to a lot of surgical instruments. I better keep a lid on the jokes in case I do actually get pinned for something." He downs his whiskey and can hear Chris talking from the other side of their group. "So...what's with the mask? Must smell having it on all the time, pal." Sayyid casts his empty glass to the side and folds his arms, resting them on the bar. He's a kitty with claws tonight.

Scott shuffles in his seat, clearly not comfortable about his singing abilities being brought up in conversation. "Well..thank you. I do appreciate it but it's an anxiety thing too. I can't...I can't really just snap out of it. I get nervous enough singing a line now let alone an entire verse." Scott sips on his pint some more and listens to Danita. "Yeah and I'm...I'm alright, I guess. I'm not at the forefront in the group but I'm still a happy lad. Happily married, my kid is happy and healthy. My life's not that bad."

Oscar shakes his head and looks around the club. "Prey? You're sounding like a serial killer, Jo!"

Billy stubs the rest of his joint out on the wall and looks like he wants to immediately end the conversation when Ciaran's name is brought up. He stays standing while Den takes a seat. "Den, you and I have known each other for years and you're entitled to a favour but ELMNT? They were nothing but trouble, especially Ciaran. His attitude caused nothing but issues. Why should I help him out?"

Sayyid just nods and proceeds to ignore Chris. It's clear that he's not all that friendly when it comes to other guys. Deneil is probably the nicest in that respect. Sayyid, while not as ruthless as Billy, definitely has an unnecessary mean streak and comes across as rather uppity at times. He laughs along with Mariko. "Yeah, sorry about that. Had no idea you'd be here though. I don't make a habit of carrying nitrous tanks around with me."

Dustyn bounces over to the bar and repeatedly slaps on the surface to get the attention of the bartender. "YOUUUU!! HELLOOO!!!"

Sayyid glances over at the little Irishman then back at Mariko. "Fuck the tanks, I want whatever he's on."

"How much killing can you do with two inches?" Oscar says jokingly with a sip of his beer. "Well I'm in a relationship. Have been for six years. Your brain that fried you can't even remember that? I have two kids, Jo! I don't sleep around."

Billy leans against the wall, listening to Den but not really connecting with it. He can be very cold and detached when it comes to, well, feeling stuff and being a regular human. "It's not really my problem though. Ciaran was dropped from the label for good reason. He was unprofessional and ELMNT was a dying brand. Justin was the only flicker of hope left. I'm sorry that you feel this way and are in this situation but I can't do anything. I'm not even sure what you want me to do? Sign him? Give him money? Put him in contact with a therapist?"

"You know, I've been thinking about getting out of the tooth removal game. I've had modelling offers and all sorts come in over the years. It's not as noble but the hours are much more flexible. Owning your own dental practice doesn't leave much downtime...and I seem to have been garnering fans for some reason. They book appointments just to see me. It's...fucking weird for lack of better words." Sayyid takes the compact and discreetly dips his head to do his thing with it. He's a master of stealth at this point, having to hide away from his greedy brothers many times. He slides the compact back over the bar to Mariko. "Nose candy in a London nightclub? I guess I'm already on the path to becoming a top model."

Sayyid leans over the bar and calls down to Chris, feeling more sociable since his...intake. "You two wanting drinks?" he asks Chris and Nina as somewhat of a peace offering. "On me of course."

Scott smiles and nods along with Danita, agreeing with what she's saying but not sure how plausible it is. He'd love to be confident on stage but the media and trolls make it extremely difficult. "It's hard...I know I'm not the most talented in the band but when you open up your social apps every day and you're constantly hit with reminders that "you're shit", it gets to you. It's hard to block out. I'm always overthinking every single syllable that comes out of my mouth when I'm on the mic. The amount of times my bad performances have went viral on Twitter is ridiculous. I can't just let go and vibe with the music like the others. I'm just thinking "don't dare fuck up" when I'm on the stage."