"Sebastian got what he deserved, he crossed me first. The other 4 would've never tried to take their sister out of business like he did. Mateo would've set him up too if he was still alive, he didn't play that." When Tyron asked about who she's been posing as for the last 3 and a half years, she thinks about it for a minute. "I don't know, I was lying to myself. Got as close to relationships as I'm ever gonna get. It was fun, it was peaceful, hell I'm famous, this life isn't half bad. I just always find myself wanting more." Nina shrugged when Tyron threatened her. "You don't even scare me, I'm not sure you can imagine anything that'll shake me up. Knowing you, you'll probably do something that I've already been through a thousand times because you're corny like that. I mean look at you, you trying to talk yourself out of pain, saying that none of this matter and that you aren't bothered but you're body is reacting in a whole different manner." She looks around on the floor, investigating all the blood and then walks up to him, feeling on his face. "Your temperature is already dropping and that's about a pint of blood right there already. You got one and a half more pints to go before you lose your mind and about 4 more pints until you die. But suuure, keep telling yourself you're not pressed, hopefully you can convince your nervous system."

As soon as Tyron started talking about Aikya, she knocked him upside the face with the hammer mid-sentence, hard enough to knock his chair over. "Aww that must feel familiar. You must be having flashbacks to all those times Aikya knocked your cocky ass out. First with a frying pan on NATIONAL, LIVE television.." The guard pulled Tyron's chair back up and she swung at the other side of his jaw, even harder. "And the second time with her bare foot, when you tried to kidnap her and failed miserably! Look, Tyron, you're weak so it's no surprise weak shit gets you off, but please know, you come after me with that 'oh look at my fake gun, say hi to this paid actress, tremble with fear as I tie you up with duct tape' bullshit, you will be killed on the spot. You're playing in the big leagues now, hun. If what you're gonna do isn't enough to drag mi papa out of retirement, you're not doing it right."

Nina had only hit him with the hammer to loosen up his teeth. She went over to the toolbox and got out the pliers, walking back up to him. "Open wide," She said, forcing his mouth open with the wooden end of the hammer. She kept it in there to hold his jaw in place. "I don't know why dudes think women like this. Honestly, it's so uncomfortable." She pushed the wood in further, all the way to the back of his throat until he gagged. "Men. Can't even last for 5 minutes but they want us to defy the whole anatomy of our throats and not gag. How fucking annoying." Suddenly, one of Nina's favorite songs started playing and it was like everything paused. She tilted her head back and listened. "Ugh, you can't do nothing but admire that piano. And then watch how they just.." At that moment, the music rolled in on top of the piano and she started dancing again, swaying her hips. "Oriente.." She sung along passionately, almost like she forgot how much she loved this song. She looked over at Tyron and started singing to him, climbing on his lap and getting ready to pull his teeth out. "Yo no lo necesito pero gracias. No me molestaré. De nada. Tenido mi diversión en el oeste.." She laughed and chose a tooth with her pliers. "You're gonna know so much Spanish by the time you leave this room." She started with some of the teeth that were already loose from hitting him with the hammer and then she upped the pain, yanking out one of his teeth in the back that weren't loose at all. It took a lot of elbow grease and everybody half expected to get their teeth pulled out when they were tortured but it was worth seeing his mouth fill with blood, one tooth at a time.

Riley is down in his little inbuilt recording studio, situated in a corner of what was once a spare room for guests. The space is nothing spectacular, just a microphone standing, some recording equipment and two large speakers. All looks like a work in progress, very much like Riley who's still discovering himself as a musical artist. It's a very exciting yet apprehensive time for him as Weekend are gearing up for a huge tour at the start of next year - a tour to outdo all pop tours with the rehearsing, planning and money they're throwing at it. The big tour will also be how Weekend bow out until 2018 or 2019 as they decided that after album three, they'd focus on their own projects and interests. It's why Riley is in the studio right now, testing the waters. Bilal is definitely releasing a solo record, Oscar & Dustyn know they still want to stay in music whether it's solo work or writing for others and Scott has TV work lined up. While Riley has his acting to fall back on, he doesn't want to be put into a box. Releasing a solo record may surprise people and could be something he finds rather fulfilling. He's unsure though and there's still plenty of time to decide. No plans are concrete and he's just dipping his toe into the water.

Riley's totally in his own world right now, caught up in song and forgetting that Chaelin can probably hear his "secret" project from the other room. He stands with his earphones on, shirtless and barefoot, just wearing black sweatpants in the comfort of his own home as he sings. "The clock struck twelve and all she had just slipped away/Found herself on the board in a position she couldn't play/So what now? Go play her hand at another fucking game?" Riley cussing when it's not part of one of his scripts is always funny to hear due to how placid he really is. His voice is definitely a lot stronger than it was when he first started Weekend and a solo record could actually earn him a whole new fan base. He has his own style (a left-field, quirky pop vibe) and his vocals are a secret weapon. Everyone knows Oscar and Dustyn lead Weekend on the vocal front and Bilal's belts and ad-libs are iconic but Riley has a strong voice that's rarely used. Riley sings the lines again, doing another take, his unique voice filling up the room.

Riley jumps when he feels a pinch on his bottom, pulling his headphones off and turning around with cat-like reflexes in the process. The contact startled him as he couldn't hear her approaching nor is he wearing any underwear underneath, so he felt it a tad more. The way he jumped around was like he was expecting to be confronted with an intruder. When Riley sees that it's just Chaelin coming in from the other room he laughs. "Yeah, I thought it'd be off for a burglar to lean in and give me a little kiss..." he says with a chuckle, hanging the headphones around the mic stand. Riley puts his hands on Chaelin's waist, giving her flattering outfit a once over with his eyes. He loves the way she dresses and how even when she's not trying to be all glamorous, she still looks flawless. "Oh, I'm just working on little bits and pieces of music...testing the waters. You know, I think I might actually go through with this next year. It's coming along nicely," Riley says, holding up a piece of paper with lyrics in his loopy handwriting all over it. "I'm...guessing you heard me?" He laughs and kisses Chaelin on the lips in a very tender way.

"Thing is, if I release this record, I'm not sure if I want to properly promote it and really launch myself as a solo pop entity or just release it as a side project and let people buy it if they want to. I know Billy wants to go hard with his solo record. Not sure if I want to go through all the comparisons." Even when planning his future, Riley is putting other people first. He knows that Billy's been wanting to do a solo album for some time and he'd hate to have a chart battle on his hands, distracting from the hard work his friend has put into his project. When asked about the boys, Riley gives a warm smile and nods his head as he talks, "Things are going great. We're all scattered though. Not been all five of us in one room for a while though. That's probably not a good thing considering we have a big tour to rehearse for." Riley always glows when he talks about touring. It's probably what he loves most about the band. He is by far the best live performer, maybe not the star vocalist but in terms of his flare, charisma and audience engagement, he steals the show. Riley runs a hand through Chaelin's hair, pulling her closer and kissing the top of her head. Riley's chest rises and falls at irregular times as he breathes which Chaelin can probably feel as she caresses it. It's nothing to worry about though, just the unfortunate way he inhales and exhales.