She sighs. "I'm just not a nice person at all I suppose. I find it funny when I make people feel bad."

She takes a long drag. "No. You're nice. That's why I couldn't do it to you. You are just too nice for me to hurt."

Lottie let's out a little laugh and folds her arms. "Sure. I'm not sure why you'd want to but OK."

Dud is fed up with the hearing the floor below him through the airvent, it just echos all throuought his room. He calls room servie to try and get it fixed, and turns the volume of the TV up.

A scene fades in from black and a studio audience can be heard applauding as everything comes into view. An elaborately decorated set with an ornate staircase to the left hand side, and a small stage with a sofa and an armchair come into view. On the armchair, sat beside a small TV with a little table and a handful of cue cards is Channel 4's elaborate camp superstar of comedy Alan Carr, who waves faux-modestly at the audience and brings his hand to his mouth as if to express surprise at the way the audience are cheering at him. On the other sofa, sat in a sharp light blue blazer and jeans, his hair cut shorter than normal and his tanned good looks bringing a real sense of glamour to proceedings is fellow comedian and Chaos Records new owner Neil P Stinson. He leans towards Carr and whispers something before they both laugh.

Alan Carr: Welcome back to Chatty Man wiv Alan Carr! Still here beside, ooooh in't I a lucky one? It's only bloody Chaos Records hearthrob Neil Stinson!

(the crowd cheer and Stinson waves at them)

Alan Carr: Now Neil.....do I call you Neil?

Stinson: Stinson, please. Only my mother gets to call me Neil.

Alan Carr: Oooh, when you've been a naughty boy? Does she get to spank you as well? Lucky cow! (he pulls a weird face and Stinson and the crowd laugh)

Stinson: Not for many years, Alan. I told her, "mom, this is just not acceptable when I'm at work!"

Alan: Ooh dear! Right, well before we get all hot and bovvered in 'ere, let's get to the real business. You took over your new label in...what May?

Stinson: End of April start of May time yeah.

Alan: Yeah and you immediately got a lot more tough and bad-ass than your old boss didn't ya?

Stinson: (laughs) Yeah. Yeah I wanted to be seen as a powerhouse, a bit like what they have...or had at Studio60. I wanted people out there but want to be signed to my label, but also to fear me a little. I thought that would be cool. I thought I'd be like Caesar...or Caligula or one of those Roman guys. Or even that beardy guy from 300.

Alan: Ooooh all oiled up in your cape? Stop it, naughty! (he slaps his own hand). Now, when you were doing this, you singled out a few stars for special "oooh I'd never sign her....the bitch", treatment.

Stinson: Not in so many words.

Alan: Alright....but that was the essence. One of the people you picked out was Serenity Scott, right? I met her once.....what did you 'ave against her more than anyone else?

Stinson: Haha....right....on the spot here, huh? Well what I said about her, it was just the way I felt at the time. You know, the girl was acting like a total whackadoo on Twitter and getting into battles over various relationships and pictures with no make up on and stuff. She seemed to me to be like some form of....psycho I guess, who was more concerned with making herself stand out than her music. She seemed a bit crazy almost. Like obsessive, possessive and mental jealous. I've dealt with girls like that on a personal level before. I didn't want to make it transpire that my business life would be the same. It's seriously how she came across at the time. I want to stress that "at the time" part there.

Alan: So if it came to a business meeting now, you'd meet her?

Stinson: If she had a straitjacket and a few dozen....handlers.

Alan: Oh my gosh....that's awful!

OOC; Sorry if this is long, Walton. Yours can be shorter lol, I just wanted to give it a starting point here. Also, everything he's saying about Serenity is just so they can have a good argument :P

OOC: Lol thanks :P He's fun to write as.

Alan pretends to look shocked when Serenity walks onto the stage, standing up and putting his hands over his mouth while his crowd cheers for the pop star. Meanwhile, Stinson shakes his head and stands up, politely applauding Serenity as she walks towards the sofa he is sat on.

Stinson: Well played, Alan.

Alan: Ohhhh....my gawwwd! What's 'appened 'ere then? It's only bleedin' Serenity Scott, boys and girls!

The crowd cheer again and Alan sits down, Stinson gives Serenity a polite kiss on the cheek and sits down again.

Alan: Now....Serenity! Welcome to the show love! Whatever are you doin' 'ere?

He gives a mischievous grin.

Alan takes a drink from his water and then fans himself with his hand.

Alan: I've come over all funny now! What a shock you bein' 'ere!

Stinson: You seem almost more shocked than me Alan.

Alan: (sarcastically) Oh I am I am. I thought Serenity would be out somewhere cooler than this!

Stinson: (turning to Serenity) So......let's hear it then. (He draws a target on his chest with his finger and smirks)

Stinson laughs a little and then shrugs.

"Hey, I'm a big boy, I can take it. Let it rip."

He laughs and waits for her to say her piece.

Alan laughs.

"Oh I fink so darlin'. Look at his little face! I just wanna give 'im a hug."

Stinson smirks.

"I'll pass thanks...Alan. Thanks though. You know, Serenity is not a bad singer. Problem is, it was never about that."

Stinson laughs and snaps his fingers like something off Mean Girls, smiling to himself.

"See there it is. You worry too much about what everyone else thinks, darling. Why does it mattr that I talked shit about you?"