Christopher could never handle his drink and even when he's sober he won't say no to a little fumble with someone so combine the two and it makes for a very entertaining night. Whenever a group of them go out with Christopher, whether it be Daisy or The Stat Nerds, he always tends to go missing halfway through the night and is usually found later around the back of the club or in the toilets with a girl, trousers down by his ankles. He hears Daisy approach the room and tries to mentally prepare himself in the few seconds he has left before the bashing begins. Christopher doesn't mind the jokes but the fact the watch was stolen does slightly get to him. All of his possessions are a reminder of his hard earned cash. Christopher, as nice as he is, is a bit extravagant and loves showing off. He was raised in the Hollywood hills where it's all pretty much "look at all the designer names I'm wearing". It's one thing that tends to piss a lot of people off in the UK, especially in Daisy's area. British people tend to be more modest and reserved. Christopher rocks up to the newsagents dressed in suits that are worth more than the entire shops contents and people generally take one look at him and think "tit". When Daisy gets up on the bed, he pulls the covers up over his face, pretending to be really tired. "Time for you to stop being mean." He buries his face into the pillow even more and tries to cover his laughter. Daisy just has her ways and manages to make him laugh even at himself without even trying. "I loved that watch."

In all honesty, had Christopher and Daisy not been locked up in a house on reality television for several weeks and forced to be in the company of one another, he'd probably be looking down his nose at Daisy right now without even allowing himself to get to know her. He was born into a wealthy family (although they tend to brush under the carpet how many people his dad killed for that money), was an only child so was treated like a God and he attended a performing arts school where he was constantly praised. Christopher does believe his own press and knows he's talented. There's nothing wrong with that. He has the Master of Fine Arts degree and number one records to prove it but in Britain you come across as just an arrogant twat. He loves being in EK though. It's new to him and everything is exciting. A shopping spree in Ralph Lauren isn't anything special to him but a trip to Greggs blows his mind. When Daisy jokes about making a visit to the doctors he chuckles and sits up, hair standing up in all directions. "Nah, it won't fall off. I had protection on plus I have a foreskin so that's extra cover too." He smirks and then sighs a little, still feeling the pounding in his head. When Daisy asks if it's more than the house, he does a quick survey of the room. "Well...yeah, probably." He pokes his tongue out to show he was only joking.

Christopher raises an eyebrow. "More crabs than the Pacific? Aren't those different kinds of crabs though?" Poor Christopher does have his dim moments and lots of things tend to go over his head. "That girl seemed nice enough though. OK, so I may not have understood ninety percent of what she said but I think she had the same problem with me. You Scottish girls are wild in bed. Like...freaky and adventurous." He looks a little scared when he mentions the adventurous part as he recalls a disturbing moment from last night. Christopher looks around the room and pulls the covers up to his mouth like he has just watched a horror movie all alone in the dark. He leans in and whispers. "She...she uh...she slipped a finger in me. A finger, Daisy. I didn't know if she was trying to hurt me or...yeah, it was certainly interesting though." "What's Primark? It sounds fancy." Christopher has clearly never stepped inside one of those stores before. Crowded? Yes. Cheap? Yes. Disorganised? Yes. Fancy? Certainly not. He runs a hand through his hair and holds his arms out, wanting a cuddle from his best friend. Expensive watches may please him for a while but nothing beats a hug from Daisy. "I still feel like crap. My head is pounding. I just wanna nap...maybe my awesome best friend will nap with me?"

"What the hell has the girl been doing to catch those kind of crabs? I mean, people have their fetishes and stuff but getting freaky with sea creatures? Ew." Christopher shivers and looks worried as he thinks about the fact that there are probably some people out there into that stuff. "Well she seemed nice at the time but I was totally wasted. I can't even really remember her face. I remember the smell of cheap perfume choking me though. It's like she bathed in the stuff. Well...I guess she can have her vodka. I can always buy another watch. Maybe not one as special as that but hey, they all tell the time right?" Christopher gives a lovely smile even though he's clearly still a bit upset about it. Many girls take advantage of him as he's not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer, has loads of money and he isn't exactly bad to look at. Christopher can never detect it but Daisy sure can. "Yeah and it doesn't help that my accent becomes thicker when drunk...and excited in bed." He chuckles and adjusts the pillows behind him. "I'll never understand how some people don't like pussy. I hate that word. It just reminds me of cats and...too much hair. Not a fan of that in all honesty." He cringes and lays back on the now propped up pillows, supporting his back. "Hey, don't laugh! I was scared for a little bit. I did relax eventually and yeah, I uh...I went off. I may have stained your sheets. Sorry." Christopher laughs and pulls at the sheets, pretending to rub over a stain. When he hears about Primark, he can't quite believe that a place like this actually exists. "Three shirts for five dol-er, pounds? Why would you ever want to wear something like that? I wouldn't wash my car with something that cheap." He looks a little disgusted. Christopher doesn't mean to sound offensive and it's not a sig at Daisy as she shops there. He just has very expensive taste and doesn't think too much before saying things. "Thanks." Christopher gives a little smile and sighs when asked about how he's feeling. "To be honest it's killing me. Hurts even more when I laugh and I blame you for that. I feel like my head is going to explode." Christopher is never one to exaggerate when it comes to his health. He never complains about how ill he's feeling as he's a workaholic and doesn't let anything get in the way. If he's feeling this shit and laying down to it, it's clear that the pain must be excruciating and more than just a hangover. He cuddles into Daisy and plays with her hair. Anyone else looking at this scene would think they're about to get it on but for Daisy and Christopher, it's just a sign of real affection and there's nothing more to it.

ooc: Sorry for the slow reply. Read this earlier and thought I had replied! :/

Dallas was enjoying the last few days of his time off at home. It had been a while since Juneau had wrapped up their USA tour in spring, and it had given him a lot of free time to spend with Dustyn at home. But that was soon to come to an end, with the band due back in America to headline the second stage at Warped Tour for the whole summer. It was a huge honor and a massive moment for them, coming through the ranks of pop punk as they had, and although he probably should be worrying about set lists and performances, Dallas was surprisingly relaxed about the whole thing. In the past he would have been stressed out and overthinking, but since getting with Dustyn and almost settling down in a way, he had become much more relaxed and enjoyed his time off much more than he ever had in the past. At the moment, he was pleased Dustyn was home since he had been away a lot lately. As they lay in bed together, he snores ever so lightly, making Dustyns question seem a little irrelevant. However, when he speaks, Dallas stirs a little. "huh? What's wrong?" he asks groggily as he rubs his eye with the one free hand not wrapped around Dustyn.

Veronica spent the last few minutes waiting for Rory backstage. Even though she wasn't too fond of being at concerts, she sucked it up to try her new schtick now; being a supportive and less complaining girlfriend. It was hard but she didn't complain as much as she used to so there was some progress. While waiting for him to finish, she entertained herself by talking to some other people backstage and occasionally playing games on her phone. She was relieved when Rory found her. "Thank god," she said sighing, "I was about to lose my mind. Can we please go now?"

"I know. Besides, it's not like you actually did anything to sweat really." She winked at him, poking fun at him. Since they had last seen each other, Veronica had decided to change her look a little. She chopped most of her hair off, giving her a short bob and she even dyed her hair to be a mix of a brunette color with some highlights. She admits she didn't think the cut all the way through but she managed to make it look good. "I'm shocked there's not many groupies chasing after you. Maybe they smell the stench of a dominant female around."

"How can your hair grow shorter, Rory? Please enlighten me with your wisdom." Veronica chuckles before shaking her head. "Oh, that's why. Well, as long as they know I'll kick their ass if they come within an inch of you." She kissed his cheek and bit her lip. "Oh, finally a hotel? I thought you were attached to the tour bus or something. No offense but you guys live very....non women friendly. I'm glad I can sleep safe now knowing I won't be on a bus. I could never do the music thing. Touring, yes. Buses? No." She was high-maintenance so anything that wasn't from the comforts of her bubble wouldn't cut out in her life.

"In your dreams, Rory. In your perverted little dreams. And my hair isn't brown, it's a lightly brunette color. Your hair is brown." She chuckles softly. "Let's be honest, you'd fuck me anywhere. But you're right, I'm way too classy for that. I like to be wined and dined. At least once in a while." She stretches her arms a little. "I'm glad this tour is over. I can finally have you back." She always hated when he had to go away on tour but she didn't like to complain to him about it.

The time since Katie had last seen Eva had seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, the period of time you don't realise has gone until you take some time to think. Days turn to weeks and before you know it, you realise it's been more than a few months since you last saw someone. She never meant to let time slip away like that, but sometimes life just had that way of distracting people so that it could tiptoe past unnoticed. When Katie realised just how long it had been since she last saw her maid of honour, she felt terrible. She felt guilty and sad that she hadn't seen Eva in such a long time. They would text from time to time and make those vague promises to each other that they would meet up soon, but it had been a while since they really had just hung out, and Katie missed Eva for sure.

Standing outside Eva's apartment, Katie presses the buzzer and lifts her glasses onto her head, letting them rest on her dark curls as she looks down and smiles at the little smiling bundle of joy in her arms. Arabella was seven months old now and had become a real little character, always smiley and happy. Katie smiles back at her and playfully pokes her nose, laughing at the way her daughter giggled back. She chuckles and eventually presses the buzzer of the apartment a second time, eager to see Eva and introduce her to Ari for the first time.