"Like...like ball-zac...you know, ball sack..." He laughs hard again at his own joke and then holds a finger up. "Watch what I can do!" He takes his hat off and throws it up in the air. As much to his own surprise as anyone else's, it lands back on his head. "Shit! Oh...my kid? Nah...nah...I wont have a kid. I'm...I'm not the dad type. I like surfing too much." He chuckles. "Dick is a stupid name though. You...you ne-never get a woman called vag, right?" He shrugs, looking genuinely amazed. "A....rabbit? Like with the ears and stuff? Or like one of those rampant ones?" He laughs and then looks serious as an unpleasant image pops into his head. "Ewwww..." he says quietly. Zac is so drunk, high and fucked that he barely even notices that Portia is looking back at them. He was sort of lucky that he just happened to be smiling at the right time as he stared at her. Her body was quite incredible, like something he had only ever seen in magazines. "Sh-she does? I don't blame her. They're s-sn-snazzy," he says, hiccuping loudly. "Woops." He laughs and looks back at Riley. He of course, still didn't know who Portia was. "Porsche? Like the cars? Man, I love them, but I-I don't make enough to buy one yet," he starts to babble.

Zac coughs when he laughs too hard. All that weed smoking never had been all that good for his lungs. When his coughing fit seizes, he wipes his eyes and takes a long drink. "Nah. I feel like I...I would be a bad influence for a kid. I'm no..I..I'm not a senb-sensb-sensible guy like you are. I do stupid stuff. Like drugs." Riley mentioning husbage for some reason makes Zac laugh again. "you're only 19? That's like you're still a kid. I feel old, I'm like 19," he says, not realising the idiocy in his own statement. "No...no I was just imaginin... " he trails off when he sees Portia approach.

Zac is almost in a trance as she walks. Her chest, as exposed as it was, gave a small bounce with every step and his eyes were fixed on her cleavage. When she smiles, Zac smiles goofilly in return and goes to say something, but then she turns her back. He shrugs and takes a drink, still unable to keep his eyes off her.

OOC: Lol no problem :P

When Portia leans on the table, Zac tries not to look, but the alcohol rushing around his body defies him and his gaze is drawn to her chest. His eyes open wide before he looks at Riley, trying to stop himself from staring. If Portia was playing a game, she was definitely winning. It was like a cat playing with a helpless mouse at the moment. He listens to the pair talking, trying to think of something to say that would impress her and let him into the conversation. When she looks at him and asks who he is, Zac smiles, suddenly getting a strange rush of confidence. "Zac!" He almost yells. "Shit...ummm, that sounded weird. I'm Zac." He holds his hand out to her. "What....hey w...what is a nice girl like you doing in (hiccups) a place like Riley?" He narrows his eyes and laughs. "That wasn't right was it?" He lifts his hat, trying to make himself seem more refined. "How do you do?" he jokes. As successful as he was with women, Zac was anything but a good flirter.

Zac smiles like a bit of a goof at Portia. It was odd to Zac. She was the sort of girl from magazines and photoshoots, not the sort he would normally go for. His normal preference was the sort of alternative scene girl that followed his band. At the moment though, his mind is just screaming "boobs", and the way she leans over the table, he is finding it quite impossible to ingore it. Portia was stunning, and he was fighting to keep his gaze above her plunging neckline. "Th-that's true....Riley and I....born to freaking enertain," he tells her, nodding to Riley. He smiles at her and nods. "Maybe you do. I'm in a band called...Escape..Escape Artists Never Die. Rock band. Not pop," he jokes. When her foot grazes her leg, he jumps, bumping his head on the back of the booth before he smiles at her. "How about you? You look like a...a movie star, or something."

By this point, Zac is like putty in Portia's clearly expert hand. He has no clue she is playing him, and even if he did, he wouldn't much care with all the attention he's getting. "Well of course," he jokes. "The other 3 are ugly bastards." he winks and looks down when she grazes his leg again. It made him want her so much more. "I...I'm not surprised you're a model. You're much too beautiful not to be," he says with a shrug that suggests it's very matter of fact. He smiles and looks down at her foot. "Y...you don't mess around...Portia...do you?" he asks with a little smile and a wink. "I bet you always get what you want," he chuckles. "How about a drink?"

Zac laughs as he flirts with her. He takes his cap off and fixes his hair, allowing his fringe to fall gently over one eye. "Meh. The other three are cool I guess when I'm not there to outshine them. Just like I'm sure your friends are glad the most attractive in your group is over here now and not getting all the attention over there." when she pulls her dress down, he can't help but look at her now bulging cleavage. "Holy shit..." he whispers. "I mean...oh...sorry," he turns a little red. "A drink, yes." he pours her a glass from the bottle he and Riley bought earlier, his eyes occasionally wandering to her chest. That soft skin, those breasts. She had won now for sure. Zac was almost hypnotised by her beauty.

Portia questioning Zac about his staring would normally make him blush, but he was so drunk that he just smiled. "What can I say? You didn't put them out there to be ignored after all, right?" he says, sticking his tongue out. He smiles when she takes a drink and keeps watching her. Normally he wouldn't fancy his chances with a model, but she seemed like she was into him and he wasn't going to complain. "No. I'm from San Diego. Trendy. I have a hotel here though. It's quite posh. My label paid. It's awesome, you should see it," he teases with a little wink. When he hears Riley snore, Zac laughs and looks at him. "I guess someone bit off more than he can chew."

Zac laughs a little. "Good motto. I like that sort of philosophy. Especially since it means I get to see some boobs. Can't complain," he chuckles. "True but I wouldn't like to surf in London. I think I'd turn blue in British water. Oh really? Your friends won't miss you?" When she touches his leg again he smiles and gently lets his fingertips graze her leg near her ankle. "Suddenly I'm very glad Rileys asleep...I wonder why?" Zac laughs again, making sure to keep eye contact with her.

"And the world thanks you for it," Zac says with a wink. He smiles when Portia smiles at him. He had no idea what she was thinking, but he felt like her mindset was changing. Maybe she wasn't playing a game. "I know right? It's not all bad though. We don't have girls as hot as you in San Diego. Oh and I do need someone to keep me warm. Do you fancy the job?" When she asks to leave, Zac's smile widens and he allows his hand to rest on her leg for a second. He stands up. "Of course. I thought you'd never ask." he holds his hand out to her.

"You're cute when you blush," Zac smiles. He was surprised to see her blush like this. She had seemed so confident and sure in herself before. Perhaps he was making a better impression on her than he thought. The thought made him grin. "Then we have no time to spare," he jokes. "Let's go. It's not far. Him...? Dammit I guess we better look after him," Zac chuckles. Years of surfing and working out meant Zac was quite strong and reasonably well built, so he grabs Riley and props him up, offering his free arm to Portia and smiling. "Shall we?" He was excited about what the night would bring.