"Mate, were you two actually raw-dogging it or have Trojan got a hefty lawsuit on their hands?" Billy chuckles and drinks some more of his beer. The idea of Jadyn becoming a father both amuses and intrigues him as it's not something he ever envisioned happening. This is his partner in debauchery. A baby in the mix completely changes that landscape. "If you're looking for parenting advice, I ain't the one. I'm hardly Father of the Year. If you're looking for a quick getaway while that kid smashes your UMAs, just you call me up." Billy snickers as he finishes rolling up a joint of his own. "Seriously though, how you feeling about that? Huge fucking life shift." Billy opines through pursed lips as he clenches the joint in his mouth and sparks up after wrestling with the lighter on the first few attempts.

Billy nods along slowly as Jadyn expresses his rather laid back stance on the situation. While Billy himself would be hitting the roof if he was the one caught up in all of this, he respects Jadyn's outlook, envies his cool head even. "Well, I suppose a congratulations is in order then, mate. I wasn't sure if I was coming here to toast or be on suicide watch. I'm happy it's the former. Having said that, if you plan on leaving me this place in your will, I'll be more than happy to throw the toaster into the hot tub myself." Billy chuckles and takes another drag of his joint. As he does so, a memory unlocks. One that he cannot believe he ever forgot. In true Billy style, tact isn't taken into consideration and it's all about the punchline. "Mate, in another timeline I could've been this kid's uncle. My brother used to fuck around with her. Sayyid, not Neily. That lad ain't banging anything." He smirks and raises the joint to his lips again. "Small world, eh?"

"Hey, I can appreciate Miami and keep an eye on you so you don't go sticking your head in an oven. I can multitask. Just like you, I can top charts both in AND out of a group. Only I, you know, do it much better..." Billy chuckles, unable to resist getting a playful jab in. While he himself would not be as calm in the situation if the tables were turned, Billy's still happy to see that Jadyn seems to be coping and is taking it all in his stride. "So..." Billy begins, taking another draw of his joint before tilting his head backwards and exhaling. "Is it still business as usual then? Definitely wouldn't mind a little nap with a Miami beauty in between us. You know, after we fucking ruin her from every angle." Billy lets out a dirty chuckle and quickly flashes his eyebrows. When asked about any sisters, he snorts and pats Jadyn on the shoulder. "I do have a sister but, one: haven't seen in her like 10 years and two: she'd eat you alive, my brother."

"Mate, I think I'll leave the guestlist to you. Only people I really know of over on this side of the map are my ex-wife and her man-child boyfriend. Oh, and that fucking Blake nutcase. I'm already developing erectile dysfunction at the thought!" Billy chuckles and brings his bottle of beer up to greet his lips. While Amelle is always an option for a good time in the Miami heat, Billy consciously makes a decision not to contact her this trip to avoid anything developing too fast. Despite an obvious connection, they're both all too aware that there's more fun to be had and don't wish to be seen as any sort of real item as of yet.

He snickers and shakes his head at Jadyn's shock regarding the decade-long radio silence from his sister. "We were never close. Even as kids. I think she kinda finds me a bit annoying. Fuck knows why!" Billy smirks, knowing fine well just how abrasive he can be. Not a lot of people are on his extroverted, unfiltered wavelength and are unable to roll with the punches. When he realises that his presence irks someone, he makes it a sadistic mission to get under their skin as much as possible and cranks his Billy-ness up to 11. "Who you got coming around? Do I need to be on my best behaviour and, you know, wear clothes and shit?" Billy chuckles, taking the last remaining drag from his joint before dabbing it out in the ashtray he has perched on the arm of his chair.