"OK, so I have a cheeky beer now and then. Right, I enjoy a bit of cock from time to time. I admit, I've got body piercings and a tattoo or two. I may also dabble in the odd premarital relationship. Nobody's perfect but at least I'm not gnawing on dead pig flesh. Got self respect, bruv." Billy mischievously chuckles, knowing that he's absolutely winding everyone up. Billy places a hand on top of Amelle's as she rests it on his thigh. "Incredible restraint, babe. Doing all I can not to just take you right here next to the bowl of edamame beans but you're not that type of lady." Billy teases, giving a playful smirk before leaning in and giving Amelle a soft peck on the lips. "You enjoying your food, baby?"

"Ey up, don't start taking his bloody side you twat!" Riley pipes up with a mouthful of his hotpot, giving Jack a little nudge on the shoulder. It's all in gest and there's a nice little buzz in the air simply from the beers being had with the meal. Everyone is feeling joyous and relaxed. With no looming security or rubbernecking onlookers around, there's a real sense of normality. Just friends out having food and a laugh.

"Jack can make up his own mind. He's spent enough time with you to realise exactly what you are." Billy gives a sly smirk from across the way, continuing to rib his mate.

"Oh aye? And what's that?" Riley playfully rolls his eyes as he takes a swig of his bottle of beer.

"A closet case." Billy quips with no flinching or hesitation. Riley just about chokes on his beer, letting out a loud sound which is somewhere in between a laugh and cough, cutting through the quiet ambience of the restaurant.

"Nah, that sanitized version would be Sayyid. Boring prick." There's a little bite in Billy's voice during his quip, suggesting some truth behind the hostility to his older brother. He has always been much closer to Deneil, who would coincidentally be another great addition to the night as he operates on a similar playful wavelength. When Amelle states that she likes the food, Billy smiles and gives her hand a little stroke. "Good, good. I don't need to go back into the kitchen and kill someone." He snickers before looking back over at Jack and Riley. "Kidding!". He holds his hands up, promising to be on his best behaviour.

"Ey, stop peeking into my closet, you!" Riley says with a playful wink, making light of the dig as he takes another sip of his beer. "How's your food, lad?" Riley asks Jack, turning a little in the booth.

"I'm gonna fire Eddie a message, tell him to get his arse in gear and come collect us soon." Billy pulls out his phone and begins to text away. Having security almost babysit you on a night out isn't anyone's first choice but in this line of work it's sadly essentially. Drunken public and opportunistic paparazzi can be a deadly combination for the stars of the world.

After finishing up their wonderful dinner which Billy insisted on picking up the tab for, the foursome made their way to what would be the pinnacle of the night. A long-standing, exclusive members-only club in the Mayfair area called Tramp, out of all the potential names in the world. The crass titling is extremely deceiving, however, being a favourite haunt for many A-Listers and well to do folk. While every venue has the potential for some riffraff whenever alcohol and heightened emotions are in the mix, the odds of anyone being bothered in Tramp are slim to none. Despite Billy being the only one out of the foursome to actually hold a membership, he again pulled some strings as he phoned ahead while they travelled alongside his hired security team.

While Riley and Amelle make themselves comfortable in their selected booth, with Eddie and co stood within spitting distance and keeping a watchful eye, Billy and Jack prop up at the bar. Although table service is the norm for this type of establishment, Billy wanted to go old school and headed to the bar, insisting that Jack comes with him to help with the drinks. Truth be told, he didn't really need Jack there. He thinks it's a nice opportunity to get him on his own for a moment, allowing some one on one time while Riley can also spend some time with Amelle. He flashes a warm smile to the smart and handsome young bartender who approaches. "Hi, mate. Could I have a Negroni, a double Jack and Coke, a spiced rum and Diet Coke and uh..." Billy turns to Jack. "What's your poison, bruv?"

Back in the booth, Riley looks across from Billy to Amelle, smiling softly as he thinks about how happy his usually chaotic friend appears to be as of late. "He's some lad, isn't he?" Riley teases with a little laugh. He knows the pair likes to play it coy in regards to their relationship and feelings for one another so he makes a conscious choice to keep the questions surface level rather than anything deep and heartfelt. "What's your secret to keeping him mellow? 15 years and none of us have figured it out!"

"Good choice." Billy gives a nod of approval as Jack goes for the exact same drink. He always enjoys finding things in common with people regardless of how big or small. "Another double Jack and Coke, mate." Billy turns and surveys the bar while their drinks are being poured. It's not exactly standing room only but there's a fair turnout already and the night is still young. As far as he can tell, there's no other familiar famous face in thus far. The clientele seems to be made up of Mayfair's richest. There's about an even split of men and women with the ages ranging from mid-twenties to late-thirties. Despite its rich history and old-timey architecture, it pulls in a young crow. The façade would have anyone believe it was a haunt for snooty old gits at first. "You looking to pull tonight, bruv? Can always ship Ri off to a Travelodge down the road. Wouldn't blame you." Billy snickers, nodding towards the vast array of attractive patrons.

Riley laughs lightly and shakes his head when Amelle suggests that her method is secretive. "Aye, somehow I don't think I want to know the answer now! Best leave the taming to you, Amelle." Riley lets out a playful chuckle and nods at her assessment of the falseness and pretentiousness of people within the industry. "Yeah, you'll get nowt like that with Billy. Only he of all people could take you to a club called Tramp, am I right?!"

Billy nods along as Jack confesses that hook-up culture isn't his thing and that he doesn't wish to fall into any pitfalls or become distracted. With the way Billy is wired and lives his life, he struggles to understand having that sort of mindset and willpower but he definitely respects it. "Fair play, mate. Fair play. Couldn't be me though!" Billy laughs and pats Jack on the back. It's common knowledge how Billy rolls. He inches a little closer along the bar and lowers his voice slightly. "Hear me out, yeah? I'm gutted you're not a raging gay boy." Billy chuckles and shakes his head. "Not for me. For our main man. I thought at first you two...well, you know. He's more suited to stability and all that soppy shit. You two seemed to click. Thought you guys would be a great fit. Plus the guy hasn't had a bit in months." Billy cackles as he playfully jokes about his good friend. "Do me a favour, yeah? If you know of anyone or see that he likes someone, give him a bit of coaxing, bruv." Billy makes a pushing gesture with his hands. Although not framed in the most sentimental way, Billy evidently cares about Riley's happiness and is doing a sweet thing by trying to get Jack's help too. All obviously out of earshot of the aforementioned Riley. He can't be seen as too soft and soppy.

"Yeah, makes you wonder why they chose the name. Billy used to have shares in a place called The Devil's Playground. Now that really made sense. Name says it all really." Riley chuckles and nods along with Amelle's suggestion that things will become less and less civilised as the night progresses. "If it's anything like Dustyn's 30th then we're in for quite a ride. Mainly because I barely remember anything from that night! Hope I made a good first impression." Dustyn's party was filled with merriment as everyone was celebrating a person they all shared a lot of love for and it was invite-only, meaning no unwanted interference from outsiders. Riley was the biggest social butterfly that night, bouncing from group to group and growing progressively drunker every time he came back around. He narrows his eyes and looks over at the bar, wondering what's keeping Billy and Jack with the drinks. "Wonder what those two are conspiring about, eh?"

Billy nods sincerely, laughing a little at Amelle's disbelief over his statement in regards to what Riley is packing. He holds up a hand as if he's swearing in court. "I'll do many things in this life but one thing I won't do is lie to you!". Although said for comedic effect, it does ring true to who Billy is as a person. People may call him multiple things but a liar isn't one of them. He'll spout his feelings, observations and experiences regardless of how it may rock the boat. "Don't really think it's a British thing. I'm just a nosey cunt. I look. I've clocked them a few times over the years. They're like fucking Easter eggs." Billy makes a gesture with his hands to emphasise the size. "Seeing them is one thing. You'd have to dislocate your jaw to get your mouth around them."

Riley laughs, falling back into the booth a little. "Christ, lad. Didn't think it was that kind of party." Billy smirks from across the way and playfully raises his glass. Riley continues to laugh, crossing his arms as he shuffles a little in the booth. He banters back with Amelle, knowing that Billy of all people won't take offence. "Well, a few of these and I'm anybody's!" Riley picks up his glass and downs the remainder of it.

"What do you mean? I'm still fucking trending to this day, bruv!" Billy playfully pipes up when Jack refers to Weekend's heavy media presence back in the day.

Riley nods in agreement at Jack's observations over how many lives they have lived. They're only in their early 30's and have certainly accumulated enough stories and experiences to pen a few novels. Each. "Yeah, we've done a lot, lad. You know, even though the work load can be heavy sometimes it still feels like a weight has been lifted off ever since we took control. It's stuff we seek out and believe in. Back with our first management, they had us doing owt they could get us involved in." Riley looks over at Billy and shakes his head a little. "B, remember the days they had us try to flog deodorant cans and packets of Walkers with our faces on it?"

Billy rolls his eyes and inches towards the edge of the seat, obviously feeling a little passionate about his opinion of that era. "Mate, they fucked me over big time. They gave Oscar ready salted. Dust got cheese and onion. You got salt and vinegar. Scott was roast chicken. Fuck did I get? Worcester sauce! About 4 people on the planet ate those!" 14 years on and Billy's still a little vexed about drawing the short straw. Each member had their faces on the flavours that coincide with their associated colours; red, blue, green, orange and purple.

As the drinks continue flowing throughout the evening, the laughter and good vibes multiplies. The club has only gotten livelier, adding a buzz to the air. The music thumps, the people dance and chatter and the pop stars are splashing the cash like there's no tomorrow. Making the most of the table service, Billy has ordered a selection of shots to the booth. A tray full of equally delightful and lethal liquid concoctions sits amongst their regular drink orders. Billy's pushing a clear agenda to get everyone hammered. He sits with an arm around Amelle and the top couple of buttons on his shirt undone in an attempt to combat the heat indoors. He gently strokes her upper arm with delicate fingertips. "How about a game of 'Never Have I Ever'?" Billy suggests to Jack and Amelle with a nod towards the variety of shots on the table.

Riley makes his way back to the group with one of Billy's security in tow after being escorted to and from the restroom. There's a slight sway in his step and his large brown eyes are starting to glaze over. As expected, he's the first to succumb to the booze. He sits down next to Jack with a thump, slinging an arm around his best mate. "You-you all good, pal? You need...you need water or owt?". Riley gives Jack a pat on the chest, unaware that he himself is the one who's most intoxicated and should probably be checked on.

Billy exchanges a look with Jack from across the booth, snickering at Riley's predictable drunkenness. "How much did you have on Ri being the first to get pissed?"

"Oh aye?" Riley asks inquisitively after hearing about an impending drinking game. He sits up and lets Jack out of his drunken grasp. His hugs are tight as hell. Another big tell-tale sign of Riley's level of intoxication is his tactility and outpouring of love. He is fundamentally a lover, not a fighter at the best of times but when he starts hugging everyone and telling them how special they are, that's when you know he's had a fair few.

"Yeah, Never Have I Ever. I don't intend to win. My wish is to leave here over Eddie's shoulder." Billy quips with a nod towards his chief of security. "Will still be able to perform later though." Billy turns to Amelle, giving her a quick shot of reassurance. No matter what state he's in, Billy won't let it impact him in the bedroom. Bombs could be dropping and he'd still muster up the drive. "Quick recap. Players take turns stating something they have never done, starting with "Never have I ever...". Anyone who has done said thing must drink. If nobody drinks then the person whose turn it is has to down it."

"Can't we just down the drinks we've paid for without embarrassing ourselves first?" Riley says with a chuckle as he takes hold of one of the shots, ready to get this underway. He holds the toxic shade of blue concoction up to the light and examines it, questioning what the hell Billy even ordered.

"Oh, I know all your secrets anyway, Hamilton. Nothing to hide from me. All just a bit of fun. Besides, I want to see what these dark horses are hiding from us." Billy gives a nod towards Amelle and Jack who are in the centre of the booth, bookended by the Weekend stars. "So..." Billy begins, deciding to go for a classic Tequila shot. "Never have I ever had a famous musician suck on my clit in the throws of carnal desires, tipping me over the edge and sending my body into complete and utter life-changing, orgasmic ecstasy." Billy turns and looks Amelle dead in the eye with a sly smirk plastered across his face, knowing that he's set her up good and only her with this one.

Riley clears his throat and leans in towards Jack a little. "Uh...can't say I have. Have you, lad?"