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"Oi, Last of the Summer Wine? Surely I deserve an Emmerdale comparison at least? I could easily solve a problem in't top field, me." Riley chuckles and purposely turns the dial up to an eleven on his already thick accent. He gives Jack a playful wink once his friend finally admits defeats, approving of his impersonation. "Aye, once the Weekend money dries up, think I might go into voice acting. To be fair, I only started mimicking the accent because Ant & Dec were always on the telly every time I switched it on as a kid. Actually...it's still the same these days, come to think of it!" Riley decides to put the worries of being pestered out on the town to the back of his mind and instead focuses on the prospect of a great time. "So what's the scene like up there? Where's your sort of go-to place, then?" Riley sips more of his beer before leaning a little closer from across the way to ask the most important question. "How are the lasses? Or the lads? Y'know me, I'm one of those greedy fuckers." Riley laughs softly and drinks some more. While Riley definitely leans more towards women in the attraction stakes, he's open minded if he feels a connection with someone. He's aware that there's a stigma of sleaze attached to sexual fluidity so decides to just play up to it and be in on the joke.
Riley holds his hands up and chortles, agreeing that his assumption about Jack was farfetched in the beginning. "Fair enough, mate. Was just meaning you came across as real and genuine. Not one of those plummy, BRIT school kids. And, not to tar everyone with the same brush, I've always thought you Geordie lot always sounded really upbeat and fun. Same with the Irish. You and our little Dustyn should do some Sat-Nav work. Cheer up everyone stuck in a traffic jam." Riley sucks air in through his teeth and grimaces at the mention of Schindler's List. "Ooh, not my proudest wank, Jack. Not my proudest." He laughs and drinks some more Madri, rolling his eyes as Jack teases him about his position in the band. "Honestly, lad, say all that shit to Billy and you're golden. Love the fella but I swear he's got the right ego to do very well in politics." While Billy can be a handful, Riley understands him on a deeply personal level and knows that if he's cool with you, you'll have a great friend for life fighting your corner. He thinks he'll click with Jack no problem.
Finishing his second Madri, he places the can on his bedside table and sits up to directly face Jack, letting his feet dangle over the side of the bed. "By the way, tonight? It's all on me, mate. Whatever you want, no skin off my nose. I was the one that asked you to come out. My treat, pal." Riley doesn't wish to seem condescending or arrogant, sounding as breezy as possible. He just feels it is the least he could do. Riley has literal millions in the bank. Jack is a regular guy from up North who is just starting out in this business. The guy also bought cans for the room, paying London's mark-up prices for them. He doesn't wish for his friend to feel pressure or out his depth tonight. Riley's aware that it's not a level playing field, especially if Billy joins the mix and wishes to do X,Y and Z. |
WEEKEND: BILLY • DUSTYN • OSCAR • RILEY • SCOTT PUBLIC WARNING: BEAU • CARTER LEE • JAKE • MYLES • ZANDER THE STAT NERDS: BRIAN • CHRISTOPHER THE ZONE: BLAKE • CHRIS • JASON • LIAM
JOSHUA GRIMMIE • LINCOLN • LAYLA • MERCEDES • MICHELLE GREEN ANDREA • DENEIL • CHICAGO NOBODY • BLOOM • SONNY • VICTORIA BLACK REUBEN • ELLIE-GRACE SUMMERS • ALFIE SUMMERS • MICAH DELISLE JAMIE JACKSON • KONSTANTIN • FAYETTE • SAYYID |