"It is what it is, huh?" Dustyn says with a sigh in reference to his father's lack of interest in Dallas. As much as wants one big happy family, that's not going to happen. This is as good as it's going to get and as long as nobody is hurling any slurs or becoming violent, it's a success for Dustyn at this rate. "Don't be so FOUL!" Dustyn's exclamation echoes throughout the heavily tiled restroom. You can't say "getting stuffed" to a gay man and not expect a strong reaction. He giggles and then pats Dallas' stomach too. "Christmas is also my birthday. I should be the one getting stuffed...but since I like you so much, I'll make sure to fill you right up." Dustyn playfully winks, milking the innuendo filled conversation.

"Oh, you!" Dustyn gasps and gives Dallas a nudge on the shoulder after bringing up the fact that Scott doesn't get to sing. "Don't be catty, you know we love Scott!". Dustyn tries his best to hold in his laugh. Scott's vocal (in)ability is something that is quietly acknowledged but never spoken about amongst the group. Dallas is naughty for bringing it up. "OK, I'll make the call. Do you want to grab another drink first? I think another Guinness could wet my whistle." Dustyn grins and continues to trail his fingertip up and down Dallas' chest. At the mention of his pug boxers, Dustyn screws up his face momentarily. "You know I'm not a dog person. I'm just gonna have to rip those right off!". He chuckles and allows himself to lock his lips with Dallas'. A quick peck turns into a slightly longer kiss. The kiss then introduces some tongue. In a matter of seconds, Dustyn has hopped up and sat at the sink and is passionately kissing his husband, one hand on the side of his face and stroking his beard while the other pulls him in by his belt.

"And I thought it was my birthday party?", a slightly slurry English voice interrupts. Oscar is stood at the door, one arm resting on the hand dryer and a wry expression upon his face. "Don't you have a hotel room to use for that stuff?"

"Oh, no, we weren't uh...we weren't going to actually...I'm not a hussy!". Dustyn jumps down from the sink, frantically trying to explain himself. Sat up there, Dallas in between his legs and playing tonsil tennis, it could be easy to assume they were about to do more than just kiss.

Oscar just scoffs and holds his hands up. "I'm just pissing you about. Not one to stand in the way of true love. Whatever floats your boat, boys. Or whatever sinks it." Oscar shrugs and makes his way to the urinal.

Dustyn bites on his bottom lip and looks up at Dallas with a mischievous expression on his face. They got caught being a little naughty in public. It's awfully exciting. "Is Scott still out there?" Dustyn calls over to Oscar, who is occupied with his peeing activities.

"Yeah, why?" he answers from across the restroom.

"Oh...no reason!" Dustyn gives Dallas a wink and takes his hand. "We'll see you back out there, OK?". With that, Dustyn leads Dallas back out into the noise of the bar.

"Now don't you say anything rude to Scott," Dustyn whispers in Dallas' ear as they leave the restroom. Dallas and Scott actually get on really well. They often game together and consider each other good friends at this point. Anything said would be taken in jest but Dustyn can't run the risk of Scott not being in a playful mood. He wants to get those drugs, damnit! A mischievous grin appears upon Dustyn's face as he thinks of a sure fire way of keeping Dallas' mouth closed when around Scott. "If you let me do the talking and you resist the urge to make one of your wise-cracking jokes, I'll..." Dustyn looks around to make sure nobody is in earshot. He tiptoes and whispers the utmost dirtiest, pearl clutching, expletive-filled offer in Dallas' ear. Hard to believe such a petite, cute little person could have a mouth and mind like that. He winks and just watches as his husband's jaw drops. "Don't burst out of your pugs, now! Get those drinks in!". Dustyn leaves Dallas at the bar and swishes over to Scott, who is sat alone in their booth.

"Hey! Where's Ri?" Dustyn asks, looking around for his big Northern buddy. "Did he leave after Billy?"

"No, he's waiting to get served at the bar. Look, he's up there with Dallas." Scott nods over in the direction of the pair but can't help noticing the sheer shock on Dallas' face. "Is...is he alright, Dust? Looks like he's getting jaw ache from a bad E."

"Oh, he's fine. I just planted a rather dirty seed in his mind!" Dustyn giggles and slides up closer to Scott, lowering his voice so that nobody can listen in on what he's about to ask. "Scott, I sort of need a big favour from you."

Meanwhile at the bar, Riley spots Dallas and greets him yet again with a big, tight, manly hug. It's about the fifth one he's given Dallas tonight. Big Ri is like a giant teddy bear. He's very tactile and loving. Dustyn always teases Dallas, believing his husband gets off on all the hugs because he once admitted that if he were to have a threesome with another Weekend member, it'd be Riley. Being a genuinely lovely person aside, the fact that Riley is built like a tank and insists on wearing tight fitting shirts that highlight his muscles really seals the deal. He'd be their go-to third party if he swung that way. "What you having? I'll get this round in," he says, pulling his wallet out. Even Riley has a slight slur in his voice. He usually sticks to the orange juice, being quite the health nut. It's nice to blowout once in a while though.

"By the way, I apologise for Billy's behaviour earlier. He really doesn't understand the concept of boundaries." Riley shakes his head, feeling second hand embarrassment from it all. Billy was saying rather vulgar and lewd things about Dustyn right in front of Dallas. To Billy, it was all in fun and his very dirty sense of humour. He fails to realise that you shouldn't refer to a married person in such ways, especially right in front of their spouse. "He's a dick at times. I'll talk to him in the morning, buddy."

"Still stuns me the amount of beers your man can sling back," Riley chuckles as he orders the next round of drinks, also getting a beer for himself. The small and bubbly Dustyn doesn't seem the type to guzzle down pints but he can surely put the rest of the band to shame. Granted, there comes a point where he starts talking in unintelligible Irish noises but he still keeps going. "Mate, you still coming over to Scott's for game night on Friday? New PS5!" Riley states, as if Dallas needs any enticing for a video game session. He thanks the bartender as the beers are served and starts to sip on his while listening to Dallas' wish of Billy being smothered by a pillow. "I know that he's not your favourite person but you do a really good of staying above the fray!" Riley laughs and pats Dallas on the back. Billy likes to push buttons and get a rise out of people. It must be incredibly hard for Dallas to hold his tongue. "Anything nice planned for your anniversary?" he asks, swiftly changing the subject. Dustyn and Dallas' second wedding anniversary will be coming up on the 24th.

"Oh, here's the near-birthday boy!" Riley exclaims, raising his beer as Oscar comes over. It's not his birthday until the 16th but who the hell wants to party on a Monday?

"I w-was...I was just offered a drink by a wonderfully la-large man!" Oscar slurs. The booze has hit him harder since he and Dallas last spoke in the restroom. "N-not saying that's a thing I would-I would pursue but it's nice to know I have crossover appeal, y-you know?!" Oscar shrugs and then places one hand on Riley's shoulder and another on Dallas'. "Thank you for coming, Ri!". He briefly rests his head on Riley before turning his attention to Dallas. "A-and thank you for not coming in fr-front of me in the toilets." Oscar drunkenly laughs and stumbles away, back towards their booth.

"Toilets?" Riley asks Dallas with a raised eyebrow after hearing Oscar's departing shot.

"Hey!!" Dustyn announcing, popping up where Oscar once stood. He rests against Dallas and speaks in his brightest and perkiest tone, meaning he's just had some good news. "I'm just going to pop outside and get some fresh air for a bit, OK?". It's obviously a way of stating that he's going to get the cocaine but he doesn't wish to be so blasé about it in front of Riley. Ri is like a protective big brother, which is further demonstrated in what he says next.

"You want me to step outside with you? It's really dark out, Dust." Even though it's a busy place, the thought of little Dustyn standing outside on the street at this God awful hour is unsettling to Riley.

"I'm a big boy, Riley!" Dustyn says with a sly grin.

"Oh, you're a big boy? OK. Try getting up on this stool!" Riley teases, patting the empty one next to him and laughing.

"Fuck you, Hamilton!" Dustyn giggles and gives Dallas a knowing wink as he backs away into the crowd.

"In his willy? Ah, makes sense. I suppose he's got to use all that length for something!" Riley quips as he sips his beer. Being his bandmate and good friend for nearly 10 years and not being a sleazebag, Riley's allowed to make jokes about Dustyn's penis and the fact that he's a total bottom. Riley's seen it and heard it all over the years. A similar remark coming from Billy wouldn't be appreciated, however. He finds a way to make everything vulgar and way too personal. "Mate, it's Scott we're talking about. The controllers are probably already greasy!" Riley laughs and looks back over at Scott who is sat in the booth, holding up a drunken Oscar. Scott may be pushing 30 but he lives like a messy teenage boy. If he were to come out with a fragrance it'd probably smell like PlayStation and masturbation. When Dallas expresses his admiration for Riley, he lightly shakes his head, not being able to take full credit. "Eh, I stuck my head in him once. Knocked him out cold. He's not tried it with me ever since." He shrugs and finishes the remainder of his beer. While genuinely a very placid, loving and friendly person, he is far from a pushover. Everyone has respect for Riley as he's kind, calm and collected but they also know he grew up in Beeston and works out a LOT. Takes a whole lot to push him to breaking point but he WILL hand your ass to you. "Naked housework, huh? Don't get too friendly with that vacuum!"

Dustyn smiles and bounces on the spot as he sees Dallas follow him out, so eager to get his hands on the gear and crank this night up to 100. As they step outside, the cool London night air hits them. It's unforgiving but such a welcome change to the heat and smell of the bar. Not seeing the dealer just yet, Dustyn holds himself up against the brick wall and looks up at Dallas, drunkenly snickering away. "You want a Riley sandwich!" he half-sings, teasing his husband. Poor Ri is oblivious to the fantasy threesome conversation the married couple had. "Thank you for coming out tonight." Dustyn gets a little more serious and gives his husband a precious little smile. He loves that Dallas (mostly) gets on with his friends and bandmates. Makes things a whole lot easier.

Before Dustyn can get any more sentimental, a man is thrown out of the bar by a security guard, landing mere feet away from them. "It's not THAT kind of slot machine, you filthy bastard!!" yells the bouncer.

"Oh dear..." Dustyn says with a giggle, covering his mouth.

"You laughing at me, you little fucking prick?!" the drunk guy shouts while clambering back up onto his feet. Dustyn immediately recoils behind Dallas, not wanting to engage. He just wants some fresh air and cocaine. Is it too much to ask?