The afternoon heat of Miami hit like a hot towel the second the SUV door swung open, but Billy didn’t so much as blink. He just adjusted his tinted rectangular frames, letting the amber lenses cut the blinding Florida glare as he stepped onto the driveway. He has his Casablanca silk shirt draped completely open, the breeze catching the lightweight fabric and fanning it out to reveal the array of ink covering his chest and neck. Billy is dressed with effortless flex as usual; the draped cream linen trousers pooled over a pair of rich leather Bottega slides, and gold chains caught the Miami sun against his throat with every step.

Passing the security gate, the heavy bass from the poolside speakers vibrated right through the soles of his shoes. A couple of bare-chested girls lounging by the pool turned, whispering behind their oversized glasses as they recognized the tattoos before they even recognized the face. Billy just gives a slow, crooked smirk, running a hand through his salt-sprayed hair as he made his way into the villa. "I see you've got the girls half-naked already, eh, fam?!" he calls out behind Jadyn over the music, his thick Cockney drawl cutting right through the hip-hop beats as he saunters over to his friend.

"How you doing, bruv? All good?" Billy smiles, greeting Jadyn with a firm handshake and small embrace, patting him on the back just so.

Jadyn’s low-key energy was the perfect contrast to Billy's upbeat and borderline manic aura. Even after all the travelling under the baking sun, Billy still has his usual bounce. When Jadyn overs him the joint, he doesn't hesitate. He takes a slow, easy drag, holding the smoke in for a beat before exhaling it with a quiet smirk. As they make their way back throw the house, he doesn't even bother to look back down at the pool for a second glance; he already knows the girls were watching and what's there will be available for him on tap later.

"Always good, bruv. Just needed to escape home for a bit before the album madness really kicks off. Already fucking sick of interviews, mate." Billy chuckles, his thick Cockney drawl warm and relaxed as he walks alongside Jadyn down the stairs. He gestures casually towards his outfit with the hand holding the joint, gold rings catching the sun against his dark ink. "You know me, bruv. I can't be landing in Florida looking like a proper tourist. Got to show the locals how it's done." While the look is fitting with the casual Miami vibe, it's elevated from head to toe. Even when dressing down, Billy still takes his fashion seriously.

"Few days? Christ. What you been up to already ya dirty cunt?" Stepping into the massive kitchen where the indoor-outdoor crowd was mingling, Billy leans his hips back against the marble island, completely unbothered by the open shirt drapes exposing his entire chest. He takes a quick, appreciative sweep of the setup; the rows of top-shelf tequila, the bass humming through the floorboards, the effortlessly sun-drenched chaos of it all. While his usual go-to is a Jack and Coke which he'll sensibly sip on, Billy makes a beeline for some shot glasses and tequila instead. There's no reason to play coy. He's here for a wild time. Billy lines up a few glasses on the island, filling them with the enthusiasm of a mixologist before throwing back the last one.

"Album's gotta be just right, innit?" Billy says with a grin, flicking a stray bit of ash from the joint before taking another slow pull. "Can't be dropping half-baked tracks on the people. They'll have my fucking head on a stick! It's been too long for mediocrity. Not that I'm familiar with such a term anyway." Billy chuckles, the high-grade weed settling in alongside the burn of the tequila in his throat.

He watches the girl trail her fingers over Jadyn's shoulder, his eyes following her brief exit toward the turquoise water outside. A slow, mischievous smirk spreads across Billy's face as he turns back to his mate, shaking his head. "Look at you, mate. Absolute fucking pussy menace," he says, tossing his head back with a laugh. "Studio's a definite, though, fam. I've got a couple of ideas for hooks and shit that might work. But you're right... let's see if we even survive the next forty-eight hours first."

Pouring another splash of tequila into his glass, Billy taps it against Jadyn’s bourbon glass with a sharp clink. "To Miami, bruv."

He downs the shot, sets the glass back down on the marble counter, and turns to glance at the cluster of girls lingering by the open patio doors. The sun is just starting to drop into that golden-hour glow, casting long shadows across the tiles. Billy runs a hand through his hair, adjusting his silk shirt so it hangs just right, and gives Jadyn a quick pat on the shoulder. "Soooo...which one of these girls should I be keeping an eye out for?"

Billy’s eyes track over to Gabriella, lingering on the red silk bikini for a long beat before he lets out a quiet, wheezing laugh. He takes a slow drag from the joint, holding the smoke in before exhaling it in a steady stream, watching her dominate the conversation by the water.

"Loud, mate? She’s practically drowning out the bloody speakers!" Billy chuckles, turning back to Jadyn with a wicked, amused smirk. "You sure you ain't just trying to pass off the loud ones on me so you can catch five minutes of peace and quiet, ya lazy cunt?" He taps the ash off into a tray, completely unbothered by the sudden surge of attention as they step fully onto the deck. While the crowd shifts and eyes locked onto the two of them, Billy doesn't make a beeline for Gabriella just yet. He knows how the game works. Instead, he casually leans his back against the outdoor bar counter, crossing his ankles in his slides and letting his open shirt catch the warm afternoon breeze. He raises his glass of tequila toward Gabriella’s group, catching her eye right through his amber lenses with a slow, deliberate smirk that makes no secret of the fact he’s looking right at her.

"She’s proper fit, though, I'll give you that," Billy mutters out the side of his mouth to Jadyn, his London drawl dripping with easy confidence as he takes a sip. "You think she could handle us? Loud is one thing. Stamina, though? Totally different ball game, bruv."

Billy lets out a chuckle at Jadyn's comment, his eyes slowly tracking over the four-woman lineup. He takes in Naomi's long legs, Tia biting her lip, and Jasmine's sharp, inquisitive gaze through her own plume of smoke, before his attention settles back on Gabriella.

"Sharing the load..." Billy repeats softly under his breath, a slow, dangerous smirk tugging at his lips. "Mucky cunt. Mate, you're an absolute corrupting influence, you know that? I was merely suggesting she tags along with us to a prayer group." Billy snickers, eyes remaining locked on the flock of beautiful women.

Instead of calling out or making a big scene, Billy doubles down on playing it effortless. He casually shifts his weight against the bar, resting his elbows his on the countertop and letting his shirt drape open, revealing even more tattoos alongside a studded pierced nipple. He doesn't rush. He takes a slow shot of his tequila, then raises his joint in a subtle, quiet nod toward Jasmine first, acknowledging her smoke, before letting his chocolate eyes slide over to lock squarely onto Gabriella.

He slides his amber lenses down the bridge of his nose just enough so Gabriella can catch his eye across the pool. Billy doesn't say a word to her. He just gives her a slow, knowing smirk. The kind of cocky, heavy-lidded look that lets her know she’s being scouted, and that the ball is entirely in her court.

"Look at them, fam," Billy speaks lowly, the remnants of his last drag escaping from his mouth as he speaks. "That one's practically chewing her own bottom lip off, and 'Red Bandana' is trying to figure out if I'm the good kind of trouble or just a smarmy prick. Standard." Billy chuckles softly and slips out of his expensive slides, feeling the warmth of the sun-kissed patio on his bare feet as he grows more comfortable due to the combination of weed and alcohol that's starting to creep in to his system. "Mate, 'Costa Rica' girl is just begging to be licked all over. Look at that glisten, bruv. Nah, I need to tongue her the fuck out before the night ends."