Billy looks in his mirror, adjusting his cropped hair to tame any strays after drying it. He had treated himself to a relaxing soak in the bath in preparation for his friend Chris coming over. Billy has a standard and image to live up to and he'll be damned if he meets anybody not preened to within an inch of his life. After splashing his Initio Oud For Greatness parfum on his neck and wrists, he slinks into a black silk-twill Tom Ford robe and a pair of the same branded slippers. He's not fully dressed as he's not heading out but he's still sure to put on his finest loungewear.

Bouncing downstairs, Billy reaches into a coat pocket which hangs on a stand in his hallway. He takes out a small tin and a lighter before heading outside. Under the cover of the canopy, Billy sparks up a pre-rolled joint. Inhaling a puff, Billy snaps a selfie of him with the lit joint in his mouth and sends it to Chris who is on his way. He captions the photo with "I got one with your name on it" before sending. Almost immediately, he follows up the message with another one; "Oh and I hope you've remembered a Father's Day gift for me ;)"

Billy looks at Chris' outfit and gives him a nonchalant shrug and a friendly wink. "Hey, come as you are, that's my motto!". While Billy preens himself to within of his life for his own personal ego, he really doesn't mind how others present themselves. He'd much rather Chris be comfy than dressed to the nines just for a night indoors. "Bring it in, mate!" Billy gives Chris a warm smile before opening his arms out, wrapping him up in a hug. He's a lot cuddlier and warmer than the media would have anyone believe.

"Here you go, mate". Billy mutters with his own joint sealed in place between his lips as he offers Chris one from his tin. He takes another puff and exhales to the side before turning his attention back to Chris. "That's your treat, so where the fuck is mine? Or is that something you want to give me inside?" Billy chuckles as he turns back to his front door, joint still lit, so he's clearly not too fussed about smoking indoors.

"Don't know about elephants. Think I'm more likely to bring a tiger. More impressive and dangerous. That's my style." Billy gives Chris a wink and pats him on the shoulder before gesturing for him to enter his home. His residence is equally as opulent and pristine as the man himself, not a thing out of place and gleaming like a show home. Taking hold of the Manscape package, Billy observes the gift and gives a slow nod of approval. "Thanks, mate. It's nice to know that even when I'm not around you, you still think of my groin and have its best interests at heart. Really appreciate it, mate. I'm big on personal grooming." He chuckles and heads into his front room, setting the gift down on a side table.

"Wouldn't worry about greening out, this isn't the best stuff. I just use it for casual puffs. I like keeping my mouth occupied." Billy takes another draw and raises his eyebrows as he inhales, making a joke about oral. After exhaling, Billy looks a little confused. "So, like...that you completely finished with all that? Well, if I was your last interview then at least you went out with a bang." Billy chuckles and sits down on his couch, gesturing for Chris to sit next to him. "Another TV show? You gonna write some sex scenes for me, you and Cam to act out?" Snickering, Billy brings an ashtray onto his lap, resting the joint against its rim. "Speaking of Camillo, where is that sexy Italian bastard? My bed's big enough for us all."

"I've got a cat. One of those bald Sphynx ones so obviously I've named her Fluffy. She's...she's around somewhere. I don't see her much, she prefers her own space." With how tidy and pristine Billy keeps the place, nobody would believe that an animal actually shares the same space. It's as clean and well put together as the man himself. "I find "BAM! Dick in the face!" to be one of my favourite events to experience in life. Love scrolling and getting an unexpected treat." Billy snickers, knowing fine well his own junk has provided that experience for many people on the internet.

"Yeah, my motto is just to fucking go for it. I never envisioned myself in a band or having any sort of career in the industry. I just found out about this audition, had been told in the past that I had a good voice, and I really fucking needed some money and a roof over my head. I just went for it. Turned out alright if you asked me." Billy laughs lightly, downplaying the sheer magnitude of his success all because he was brave enough to turn up and try something new. "Butt is great. Spread the cheeks, slip some tongue in, great night all round." Billy lets out a mischievous chuckle and playfully winks. "I've got a notebook of my drawings upstairs. I'll show you them later if you like? They're nothing special though." When asked about his other talents, Billy can't hide his sly smirk. "I'm not that smart. I'm more the creative type; in the studio, on paper, in the bedroom. That's where my talents are." After thinking it over for a second, he is quick to correct himself and boast even further. "Actually, I'm fucking amazing in the kitchen too. Baking especially. You need a cake made for a special event? I'm your man."

Billy pours himself a Jack and Coke and returns to Chris, sitting back down next to him. "I'm close with a lot of the SYNCO girls so I will be asking them for details." Billy gives Chris a playful nudge on the arm and looks over what his friend is wearing once again. "Yeah, you do look very comfy but if you ever get too warm at night, just remember that clothing is optional in this household." Billy flashes a smirk towards Chris before taking a swig of his drink. "Yep, just me here." He begins, leaning over to place his glass down on the table. "Jerry's seeing some family and as far as I know, nobody else is planning a visit. It's just me and you, mate. Suppose I could make a few calls if you really want a tag team sort of situation." Billy giggles and turns to properly face Chris, resting an elbow on the back of the couch. He looks at the unlit joint still in Chris' hand. "Mate, honestly, you don't have to puff it if you don't want to. No pressure. Don't have to do anything you don't want to." Billy gives Chris a reassuring smile and gives his upper arm a few pats.