"ok babe, guess I shall be going then".


Laura pulls a sad face.

"ok babe, maybe we can watch a film or something later".

Laura smiles.

Riley Hamilton enters the club which Zac and Gio are in. He is wearing a dark pair of jeans and plain grey, long sleeved t-shirt as he's going for a more casual look unlike some other members of his band who are just the embodiment of product placement. Riley isn't really one for drinking or partying unless it's with really close friends and even then it's still a rarity for him, maybe only two or three times out of a full year. Now that he's recently became a father, you'd expect him to become even more reclusive but yet here he was out at a club at night and on his own which is even more surprising. He sits at the bar area and just surveys the club. It's a celebrity hot spot so there was bound to be a face he recognised.

Riley seems to be in a daydream as he doesn't notice Zac approach him until he hears the chanting of his band's name which makes him jolt a little. At first, he thinks it's either a fan or someone who's about to take the piss out of him until he recognises the voice. By the time he turns around, Zac has already sat down beside him. The pair aren't exactly close friends but as they've met a few times and will be working on a film together, they've began to form a friendship. He smiles at Zac, slightly amused at his drunken state. "Alright, mate? You been enjoying yourself?". As Riley talks to Zac, he folds his arms and rests them on the bar, turning his back on the rest of the club. The chanting of 'Weekend' earlier seemed to bring a lot of attention on Riley which was the last thing he needed right now so he's trying to avoid eye contact with everyone. Saying 'Weekend' instantly divides a room. One half suddenly fill up with hatred and would want to hurt Riley whilst the other half cry and plan a wedding.

Riley leans in, trying to focus on what Zac is saying. The constant chattering circulating around the club, the music and the loud, squealing girls almost drown Zac's voice out completely. Being drunk also doesn't help Zac sound any clearer. "Thanks". He smiles as Zac passes the beer towards him. Riley drinks from the bottle as he continues to listen to Zac. He nods along when he hears Zac confess just how down he is. "I know the feeling." he says, resting the cold bottle down on the bar. Riley was usually very upbeat about things and even when he was feeling low, he'd bottle it up but that obviously isn't the case tonight. Things have been starting to sour between him and Michelle and although he would never air out his dirty laundry, he finds it hard to paint a smile on his face as things just seem to be going from bad to worse for the guy. Half of his immediate family are dead and now his relationship looks like it's going to flatline soon, who would be jumping for joy? "I know what you mean, mate. Michelle's staying with her parents for a few days. She's taking Orson up to see them which means I get to spend some time alone and feel sorry for myself." He takes another sip of beer. "I don't even know what sleep is." he says with a laugh.

Riley wraps both hands around the bottle and starts using a thumb to peel at the label. He doesn't know what to make of the current situation as he genuinely has no clue what's going on or where he stands with Michelle at this point in time. She had been starting to show signs of post-natal depression and whilst Riley completely understood and would never be mad at her for that, it still hurts him when he sees her take those terrible mood swings. It was like being with a completely different person. "We are happy, it's just....." He sighs and tilts his head back, thinking about what to say next without giving too much away. "Babies change things and we're just starting to realise that now. We're hitting a few bumps in the road at the minute." He drinks some more of his beer as he thinks about Michelle. It worried him when she took one of her mood swings as she goes into a completely different state of mind and starts to think that Riley and Orson don't love her, it was very psychological. As Michelle is away seeing her parents for the first time since she gave birth, Riley has no idea how she is feeling. For all he knows, she could be sitting with her family right now and calling Riley all the names under the sun. "Nah, drugs may seem like a solution but they're just a quick fix. They do more damage in the long term." he says, knowing Zac was taking drugs but didn't want to get involved in his business. Hopefully by saying this, it'd make Zac think about things. "We're both young and have amazing careers, by rights we should be having the time of our lives. Yet, here we are, sounding like we're both having a mid-life crisis." He laughs a little and drinks some more of his beer.

Many hours had gone by yet Riley and Zac are still at the club and show no signs of slowing down. The pair had moved over to a booth, escaping the noise and attention they were receiving whilst sitting up at the bar. Their table is covered with empty glasses and bottles as they've been taking part in numerous drinking games. Riley is clearly in a bad state as he lays down in the booth with his shoes off as if he's right at home. His words seem barely audible due to the amount of alcohol he has consumed tonight but at least he is happy and not being a depressive drunk. One great thing about Riley is how positive he is. No matter what's on his mind, he'll make time for others and will always remember to have fun. He is truly a nice person with no bad bones in his body, something which Zac has probably discovered since the pair have been talking for hours about anything and everything. Riley attempts to sit up and ask Zac if he wants another drink but his words sound more like the noises babies make.

Riley eventually sits back upright after a long struggle. He was always such a lightweight when it came to drinking but he was funny and good company so it didn't really matter. The fact that he has some time to himself whilst Michelle is with her parents allows Riley to enjoy himself even more without worrying about being back for a certain time. As Zac goes through all the different names before finally remembering it, he laughs and scratches his head with a look of confusion. "Alan?....Do I...re-eally look like an..A-A-Alan?" He chuckles to himself, suddenly finding the name Alan hysterical for some reason. He takes the other glass of whiskey. "To life and........" Riley spends a good minute with a look of deep thought across his face as he thinks about what else to say. "....and.....and stuff."

A group of drunken girls can be heard giggling and chatting away as they make their way through the V.I.P section. It was that over the top giggling, so fake and an obvious cry for attention from any males that may be in the area. All five girls look as if they are in their very early twenties. Among them is Portia Jeffries, who Riley certainly knows anyway. She is known in the UK for acting ever since she was four years old and had a part in a soap opera and many bit parts and TV appearances here and there. However, the last few years or so, Portia has remained in the public eye purely for her drunken exploits, her showbiz friends and revealing outfits. She hasn't had an acting job in almost four years yet is now receiving more publicity than ever. The girls sit in the booth directly across from the boys.

Riley has always been a rather sociable person and will honestly hang out with just about anyone. It's one of the reasons why he is so liked and respectable within industry circles. Some celebrities drift towards certain others as they may have something in common, like the big stars of the industry who practically arse kiss each other but that's not Riley. "That's good 'cause....'cause that's what I'm called. You look li-ike a......like a Jimmy." He begins to laugh again and it's only encouraged even more when Zac presses his finger into his forehead, causing him to burst into hysterics again. As Zac finally finishes his toast, he raises an eyebrow, thrown off by what Zac says. "Tits? What the...." Riley then follows Zac's eye line across the club and sees Portia and her friends. "Oh.....you're drooling, mate."

Portia sits at the edge of her booth, making sure that she is the one that everyone will see and will pass when walking around the club. Her dress leaves very little to the imagination and unlike the other girls at her party, she seems perfectly sober. This is because she has something planned tonight and couldn't do it whilst drunk. She didn't come here to hang out with friends, she came here to get her claws into someone. She looks at Zac for just a second and smiles before turning her head and smirking, knowing that she already has someone's attention.

"Yeah.....they were clever, I like my name but Z-Zac's a nice name too, it's like 'sack' only it's......not." He coughs and throws his whiskey back, which only makes him couch even more. "You could call your kid Jimmy or s-something like Jimmy, like.....Humphrey. I don't like the name Dick though. Imagine being named after a penis?" he says with a straight face, almost as if it were something he feels really strongly about. He nods as Zac states that he is a rockstar. "Yep....you sure are. I'm a.....singer. No, wait....no....yeah, I'm a singer from Leeds and....and I have a rabbit." Riley laughs as Zac pushes his mouth down. He looks across to Portia, who is now looking back over at him. Riley knows her as she is friends with Dustyn and because she also fooled around with Billy at a showbiz party one night. However, he's probably only exchanged about five words to her. Portia looks at Zac and laughs when she sees his glasses. Riley nudges him and points over at Portia, not being very subtle about it. "I think she likes your glasses, mate." Riley keeps on looking at Portia then back at Zac, finding it rather amusing. "Hey, Zac....you like Portia?"