Victoria lays on top of her bed, feeling tired after a busy day of writing. The room is almost in complete darkness but a small, rather dim lamp on the bedside table provides some light. She lays with a notepad full of scribbles on her lap while an instrumental loop at a low volume plays over and over again on her laptop which is sitting across the room. Victoria was trying to squeeze in just one more song before bed but nothing prevailed. For a workaholic and perfectionist like Victoria, being unable to write something is like hell on earth. She already has enough for two albums in the vaults but Victoria wants to make sure this is her best record yet and her boyfriend, Kato, knows how she feels about her work. The saving grace is that he's here tonight to comfort her and take her mind off of the album she's been working on for just about a year now. Victoria is a lovely girl but she's very driven, determined and she's not always the nicest to be around when she's frustrated. Kato is the only one who can wind her down and make her feel good about herself. She sighs and scores out a few lines she has written down. "Well I'm clearly done for the night. Whatever." Victoria gets up off of the bed and places the notepad over on her dresser while switching her laptop off in the process. She looks in the mirror and adjusts her hair as she waits for Kato to come back from his shower. He had been travelling and working a lot lately and needs to relax so Victoria tries her best to cool off before he enters the room.

When she hears Kato call out, she can't help but smile. Even the sound of his voice makes her happy. Although they don't clog up social media with how much they love each other, it doesn't mean that they don't experience all the sickly sweet thrills of young love. They just choose to keep it behind closed doors. "Uh, I'm going to go with food tonight. It's my favourite thing to eat and probably the wisest choice." She laughs lightly and walks towards her bedroom door so Kato can hear her more clearly. "To be honest though I haven't been out shopping in what seems like years so it may be slim pickings. Going to have to go with what we can find in the kitchen." Victoria stands, holding onto her door frame as she converses with her boyfriend. Although they've been dating for almost two years now and everything has been seen, Victoria still wouldn't dream of just inviting herself into the bathroom with Kato while he's getting out of the shower. She likes her personal space so she makes sure to give her boyfriend some too. "If worse comes to worse we can always order some Chinese if you want?" Victoria turns back around and ties her hair up, scooping it back from her face. OK, she's not exactly ready for a photoshoot but she still wants to look a little bit more presentable for Kato. "Maybe some food will help me. Been trying to write a song for the last three hours and only got four lines that weren't even that good. Even Suzie would have rejected the song." She giggles and heads back towards the bed, sitting on the edge of it before letting herself fall backwards onto the huge mattress. She sighs, a mixture of exhaustion and relief now that she's finally been prised away from the song.

Deneil is in a studio out in L.A, working on some material simply out of boredom and curiosity. He usually works from home and his EP is totally finished but as he's already out here after being called in to produce for an international act, Deneil has set up camp in a studio to make himself feel more at home. He's always in his element in a studio environment and it puts him at ease. Although he has no real plans for anything he's recorded here, Deneil doesn't stop creating as he never wants to become rusty. He stands in the booth, shirtless as he's not used to dealing with this kind of heat, and then proceeds to pick up from where he left off.



Deneil sees the door opening and places the headphones down, stepping out of the booth. People have been popping in and out all day, a mix of other artists using the same studios, to meet the elusive rapper for the first time. Deneil's well respected and nothing but positive comments come from his camp yet not many people actually know him. He was expecting another overrated pop star to appear so he was pleasantly surprised to see Drew enter the room. Deneil is a big fan of his work and the pair even exchanged a few tweets beforehand. Deneil isn't the most socially confident person so it helps that he's a little familiar with the fellow rapper. "Hello...was definitely not expecting to see you out here, man." Deneil walks over and offers his hand out. "How are you?"

Deneil isn't really one for blowing up his dislike for someone, despite how aggressive he sometimes comes across as in his music. If he doesn't like someone he'd just keep an encounter with them short and sweet then just avoid them if possible, unlike Billy who'll castrate someone on the spot. Fortunately, Deneil has respect for Drew and doesn't need to put on any kind of act. He honestly doesn't care for many artists around right now but he would never let on. There's something he likes about Drew though. He seems balanced. He's pretty chilled, talented and seems rather confident in himself without falling into the dangerous territory of becoming extremely cocky.

Deneil laughs as he greets him, not really expecting the pat on the back and warm embrace. It's still something he's getting used to while being in America. Back home he's rather shut off and the people he comes into contact with are usually feeling as gloomy as the weather, wanting to keep the conversation to a minimum. "That was hot? Maybe it's just the intense heat outside? I have no idea how you guys cope out here. Although I'm assuming this is just a regular day for you guys." When Drew jokes about booking another session before Deneil drops anything, he chuckles and playfully nudges Drew. Deneil can take a complement and knows he has a gift but he never sees himself as a threat. His style is very different to the other rappers out there and as much as people love his sound, there are more people out there who don't "get it" than there are buying it, especially in the US. "Nah, bruv. You got nothing to worry about. I might be a recluse but even I know you're killing it right now." He smiles and looks at the mixing board along with Drew, taking a seat next to him. "I've just been locked away in here the past couple of days, avoiding the big bad world. Feel more comfortable in here than I do in my hotel room. Way too lonely and creepy in there. At least I have the music here." Deneil laughs and leans back in his chair. "So what are your plans for the rest of the day?"

Deneil's jaw drops when Drew compares this to child's play. He's sitting here in the studio shirtless, feeling like he's near death and now he's just been told that it can get worse. If he wasn't already put off moving to the States before, this would be the final nail in the coffin. "Wait, you're telling me that it actually gets hotter than this? What the hell am I supposed to do? Rip my skin off? Shove a bunch of ice cubes in...places? I nearly die visiting the park back home in the summer. Fuck this shit, bruv." Deneil chuckles and shakes his head in disbelief. Even talking about something as simple as the weather is a big step for him as he usually says two words to someone before darting out of the room. When Drew mentions Biggie and Pac, a smirk appears on his face and he stops himself from laughing harder than he should. "I can just imagine a Family Guy cut away joke with Biggie and Pac playing right now." Deneil listens when Drew talks about having his own studio at home and preferring to stay indoors too, realising that they have something else in common. "Yeah man, I got my own studio back at my place. Used to be a dingy little basement filled with junk and thousands of crumbs. Now it's...well a dingy little studio filled with junk and even more crumbs." He chuckles and turns around in his chair to face Drew when he mentions the possibility of working together. Deneil's careful not to jump the gun and make any concrete plans as he doesn't work that way. He knows you can't force the "magic" that they speak of. "You know what, mate? That's not a bad idea. We could just vibe and see what comes out of it. There seems to be demand for a collaboration on Twitter. There also seems to be a lot of weird shit on that place too." Deneil shrugs and takes out a cigarette from the crushed carton in his pocket. Not wanting to light it in the studio, he keeps it in his hand and twiddles it around as he saves it for outside. "Aside from wasting time in the studio I have fuck all to do, mate. If you have any wild, exciting or even moderately entertaining suggestions then please throw them my way." Deneil chuckles and takes out his phone, switching it to the camera just so he can check out his hair. He might not be as vain as his older brother but he's a Khan and if he's not looking his best then what's the point in anything?

Very little had ever scared Dallas much. Born and raised in an urban setting, he had pretty much seen it all in terms of crime and violence as a kid. Well, not exactly, but if anyone ever messed with him, he would tell them that for sure. However, he wasn't really that scared of much. Largely it was because there was always someone around. Chicago was a big city, and if he was about to battered round the pus with a baseball bat, he was sure there would always be someone there to help...at least to help pick up his teeth from the ground anyway. But this was different. When Dustyn had suggested they go on holiday, Dallas expected 15 hours on a plane and some beaches that looked like the back end of a postcard. Not 90 minutes on a ferry followed by a 47 minute (for he had timed every rickety last minute) bus ride in a vehicle that looked like someone had effectively just cellotaped an engine where the horse used to to go, all to end up somewhere that looked less postcard and more post-apocalypse. Dallas had sucked it up, though. Mostly because Dustyn greeted the place like an old friend, or a grandparent. He found that weird, but he guessed the place had a certain character. His only worry was that the particular character he envisioned normally starred in movies with far more blood outside of the human body than Dallas liked to think about. The key problem was when it got dark though. There was no one else around, you see, and the only company they had was the tapping of rain drops, incessant, unyielding, on an old roof that sounded like it was ready to wave a white flag any second. In the city, rain like this on the window was comforting, made you feel glad to be at home. But here....here it sounded almost like it wanted to come in. And Dallas did not like that one bit. He wished the rain away, but it was pointless, and when it got dark it just felt even worse to be here, but still he resolved not to tell Dustyn. He didn't want him to think he didn't want to be here. As Dallas pushes gently into Dustyn, he's acutely aware that something is wrong. He was normally the most vocal person Dallas had ever known, but tonight he was quiet. Which was odd given that out here he could scream his lungs out and no one but Dallas would hear a peep. The second that thought crosses his mind, he shakes it clear and scolds himself. He didn't want to freak himself out more by thinking that no one here could hear them if anything were to happen to them. But no, Dustyn's looking over Dallas' shoulder really was freaking him out a little, but he was trying not to let it show, even if he was sure Dustyn could detect something different in his motion. Kissing Dustyn, Dallas moans a little, eyes closed, as he enjoys the familiar sensation of them together. However, when he opens his eyes just a little, Dallas sees him look up again and behind him. Clearly something was up, but it made Dallas laugh more than anything else. It was funny to see Dustyn clearly spooked by something. As he laughs, he rolls off Dustyn, knowing that the mood had been killed by the fact he had laughed so loudly. Lying on his back, he covers his mouth and looks up at where Dustyn's gaze had been headed throughout. Seeing the painting, he laughs some more and nudges Dustyn. "And here was me thinking you weren't even into women," Dallas laughs, poking him on the arm and laughing hard. "What was up?" he chuckles, getting his breath back.