Riley peers into the hamper and lets out a small laugh as there does actually appear to be a selection of individually wrapped teabags. "Seems you're in luck!" Riley reaches in and grabs a handful. "There's also a 'Royal Blend', 'Chai' and a 'Raspberry Zinger' but I think that's more Jack's thing." Riley smirks and starts to brew up, placing four cups on the table should Jack and Billy want to join in on the wholesome fun.

Billy quietly listens to Jack, looking down at the ground and nodding along as he takes in what is being relayed to him. He can't help but snicker slightly, half enjoying the chaos within the story and half out of smugness over being right about something going down. All air of tension and frustration suddenly dissipates as Billy gives Jack a pat on the shoulder. "Well if that's the case then nicely handled, bruv! That's how we do it." Billy already liked Jack a lot but his respect for him catapults immensely and instantaneously after hearing the story, appreciating the loyalty and protection shown towards Riley - a person Billy himself reveres highly. "Don't worry, I'll keep schtum to Ri." Billy takes a final drag of his joint and turns to exhale in the direction of the wind so not to hit Jack in the face with it. "You're a good lad for that. Anything you need from now on you let me know, yeah? I got you." With Billy's power and connection, his meaning of Jack needing 'anything' is quite simply just that.

"Ey up, you two wanting a brew?" Riley hovers with the kettle as Billy and Jack make their way back into the room, thankfully shutting out the cold as the balcony door closes over.

"Tea? I might take it up the arse from time to time but I'm no pansy. There's a bottle of champers on ice sat in that minibar which I plan on necking in a bit but first..." Billy slings his jacket across one of the plush chairs and makes his way over to Amelle, standing behind her as she sits and wraps his arms around her body. He leans down and kisses her softly on the cheek. "I want to know why you're so fucking beautiful." Billy then starts nuzzling in at Amelle's neck in an exaggerated manner with great aplomb.

Riley shakes his head and looks across to Jack. "This nuisance been chewing your ear off then?"

As the night trickles on and others finish off their warming cups of tea, Billy continues to neck whiskey. Miraculously, he doesn't seem to be getting progressively drunker, rather maintaining a consistent buzz while the others wind down. Making himself at home, he now paces around in a luxurious white robe provided by the hotel and continues to command the conversation. As expected, his favourite topics throughout the night have tended to be rather blue in nature but for as much as he has wittered on, he has thankfully still kept his word and hasn't derailed the night to go seek out vengeance on an insufferable yank. "Right. The one person in the industry you'd absolutely give one to if you could? No strings. Free pass. Fittest person in the business. Can't be anyone you've already had though, obviously." Billy downs the remainder of another glass as he walks about and awaits the answers.

"Can't be anyone you've already been with? Oof, slim pickings for you then, Billy Boy!" Riley chuckles, lazily laying across one of the couches with his arms folded across his chest and a cushion propping his head up ever so slightly. "Oh, sorry, Amelle. My bad. He's totally innocent. You've got to believe him when he said you were the first!" Riley looks over at Amelle and gives a playful smile.

"Fuck you, Ri." Billy snickers and places his empty glass down on the central table he continues to pace around in a wired manner while the others chill. "Another stipulation. Can't be anyone in present company. I know it's hard to resist but try to, fam." Billy then opens up his robe and flashes the room, giving a little thrust of his hips for good measure. He throws a mischievous wink Amelle's way before covering his modesty again.

"Ey up, cool your beans, lad!" Riley pulls off one of his socks, balls it up and launches it towards Billy's groin. It bounces off his bandmate and lands squarely in Jack's empty mug of tea. "WA-HEYYY!!!" Riley bursts into life and cheers, extending his arms out above his head as if he just scored a winning goal at Elland Road. A rare feeling. "Anyway, you know who I think is actually really beautiful?"

Billy tuts and screws up his face. "Don't make it all flowery and politically correct. Who do you want to bend over and shaft absolutely rotten?"

Riley rolls his eyes and shakes his head slightly. "I think that Lacy Brown girl's really nice."

"Oh, Riley likes an Asian girl. Fork also found in kitchen. Woo!" Billy snickers and Riley laughs alongside the playful ribbing.

Riley nods in agreement of Jack's assessment. While he's not as forthcoming as Billy, he's still a single man with these kind of thoughts and then some. "Oh, yeah. Tika's up there as well for sure. Though she looks like a ride I wouldn't survive. 'Til the bastard wheels come off." Riley exhales as he pictures the scene.

Billy finally sits back down next to Amelle, sinking comfortably into the couch, throwing an arm around her and placing his feet up on the edge of the table. He looks up at the plain white ceiling as Amelle rhymes off her list as if he's needing a blank canvas to focus on and tune everything else out while he carefully considers the names. "Cristian's fit, yeah. That's a good shout. He seems the open-minded type." Billy smirks after Amelle mentions BLOOM, evidently enjoying that mental scenario.

When Amelle mentions Andrea's name, Billy's ex and mother of his child, Riley pipes up from across the way. "Andrea? Oooft, there's a therapy session waiting to happen!" He cackles and sits up slightly, coming back to life after crashing out across the comfortable couch for the last hour.

"Nonsense. Andrea would be up for it in a heartbeat. Plus she can only stomach me in small doses so no need to worry about her hanging around or getting too attached. She can't stand me after a while. Can't think why!" Billy laughs and coyly shrugs but knows fine well how abrasive he is and what a wind-up he can be. "Me? Fuck, there's loads I'd like to have a go on, some even just out of pure curiosity because I can't imagine them ever doing anything." Billy rubs his chin as he continues to think more on the subject. "Oh. You know who seems like an absolute ride? Danse."

"Eh?" Riley furrows his brow upon hearing Billy's answer. "Aye, he seems sound enough but you don't even really know what he looks like, lad."

"Yeah but the whole masked thing is hot. Kinky." Billy smirks and returns to Amelle's list. "Kara's a good one too but we're kind of mates with each other so not sure if she'd cross that line. I bloody would, though!" Billy laughs heartily and the expression on his face gradually transitions from joy to one of mischief as a thought enters his head. "Ooh, speaking of mates. Our good pal Mercedes. That must have been some ride, right, Ri?" Billy flashes a sly smirk, landing his friend right in it.

Riley's grunts and throws his head back after the revelation, evidently something he had been wanting to keep under wraps. "Fuck youuuuu, Bilal!"

"Two ladies trying to put-perform each other for my attention? Now there's a scenario. Must pop into the bathroom and have a right good, hard think about that later." Billy chuckles at Jack's response. Even though it's all just a game for a bit of harmless fun and an attempt to get to know people in the room better, he can't help but envision the possibilities. Laughing softly when Amelle points out all of his connections within the industry, he nods along in agreement. "Guess you're right, babes. Suppose I just need to be brave, sleep with all my mates and get it over with. Thanks for your support." Billy snickers and begins to run his fingers through Amelle's hair as she lays across his chest.

Riley sits up and pulls his other sock off after launching the first one earlier, basically doing whatever he can to avoid eye contact as he tries his best to dig himself out of a hole. "Aye well, we're talking years ago. Had a lot to drink. Hardly romantic. Was more of a fumble than anything." Riley scratches his ear and starts to grow a little pink in the face as he confesses to what the internet has long-speculated.

"Call it what you like, mate. You still fucked. Take the win! What did you says he did with her tongue again?" Billy pouts and narrows his eyes in a quizzical manner, totally hamming it up to wind up Ri.

Riley leans forward from the couch and whacks Billy over the head with his sock in a whip-like manner. "You absolute bugger. That's the last time I tell you a bastard secret."

"Oi, I can keep a secret! There's a secret and then there's a secret, you know?" Billy surprisingly biting his tongue about the altercation earlier does show he has the ability to keep quiet about things he regards as serious. "Merely hyping up a friend." Billy gives a smarmy smirk and holds his hands up, proclaiming his innocence while still being the ultimate tease. It's all just banter and Ri can certainly roll with the punches but sometimes Billy has the tendency to be an introvert's worst nightmare with the way he puts people on the spot. "Right, let's switch it up. Ugliest cunt in the industry? Someone you look at and just think; "Dog!"?" Billy cackles loudly.

"And on that note..." Riley stands up and makes his way behind the couch. "I'm off to get changed." While he knows Billy's just being playful, he uses it as the perfect excuse to finally go and get out of his outdoor clothes after vegetating on the luxuriously comfortable couch for the longest time.

"He's a dark horse that one." Billy quips as Riley saunters away. He looks across the way to Jack, who now has his full attention. "You know I'm just being an absolute prick, right?" Billy laughs, aware that Jack probably has a good handle on him by now but just wishes to clarify he has no ill-intent regarding any of the ribbing or questions being churned out tonight. "Everyone's beautiful in their own way. Some with the lights out. Though that Adam Black does have a face I want to punch, fam."