"i have the feeling either i bring down the classiness of an event like ten notches...or i dont get invited to the fancy ones." erich replies with a wide grin. either scenario was probably true. erich gives an impressed nod to scott. it was rare to find someone who'd stick around and clean up. every band needed a scott. over on the atomic war bride of things it was either help clean or face the wrath of karoliena. someone who gets their kicks from being mean in the bedroom is a right handful when pissed off for real. "i fully agree. its totally wrong to piss on someone's floor. the proper place is in a potted plant like a civilized person. or a piano. i'm rather partial to those myself." erich muses. this trick has lead him to be banned from many,many studios. their own fault really,they should lock the flippy part of the piano.


"journalist,eh?" erich states while looking her over once more. "what has happened to journalistic standards these days? i like my press people to be in trenchcoats and fedoras,with press passes stuck in the hat band" erich finally gives his assessment. its also safe to say no journalist has ever dressed like that outside of old warner brothers cartoons.

erich grabs an unattended bottle of scotch. it must be good stuff as it's not in the plastic bottle erich is used to. it also seems to have only one malt. he shrugs and takes a long healthy drink .he was going to need a lot more drink if he was going to talk to billy longer than he had already." i think so,william the second." erich says with a little wink. he hated being called william. but he also knew billy wasnt too fond of it either since it wasnt at all his actual name. but most people who didnt know him would assume billy was short for william. "who knows,you two may really hit it off and i'll be invited to the wedding next year." erich says with a little shrug. stranger things had happened. he was all for encouraging billy to keep occupied. he wasnt about to get into the hypothetical nature of the woman's undercarriage.

erich's gaze is caught by riley and he pulls himself to his feet. "duty calls. dont let me keep you from ..that." erich tells billy,giving a little nod of farewell. he didnt care if he had to go change dustyn. anything was better than hearing billy speak. oddly as one drunk to another,erich couldnt stand a certain timbre of drunken voice. and billy had it.

With impeccable comedic timing,Erich is desperately trying to guzzle the bottle of scotch he picked up when Scott's sobriety is mentioned. "Correct on both fronts." Erich croaks out while his throat burns from the alcohol. After hearing the situation, Erich nods in agreement. " Irishmen recovery squad at your service." He spouts while giving a little salute. With his face turning more red,this looks like the Elvis/Benny Hill hybrid nobody wanted.

"He probably started before he got here. If he had his...regular and didn't offer me any...well that's just rude." Erich playfully pouts. After their pre baby shindig in Vegas, erich had little interest in cocaine. That weekend of debauchery pretty much broke him of that habit. He was also fairly certain there was a warrant for his arrest in nevada because of that weekend. Wandering through the house with Scott and Riley was impressive. Erich instinctively put his hands in his pockets. Everything had that please do not touch look about it. "Ah,yea olde work bench" Erich giggles when they enter the bedroom. " I'll tell Erica hers is bigger." He adds with a grin. While living in a castle, Erica's bedroom was fairly small compared to the size of the building.

When the door is opened and erich is greeted by the half naked and mumbling dustyn,Erich laughs a little. " god damn. I think I've seen dustyn naked more times than I've seen ad-..um..sel-. It doesn't matter." Erich poorly covers. " i guess we'll each grab a limb and carry him?"

" i know you better than i should." erich laughs to the very out of it dustyn. it wasnt every day erich was involved in the carrying of anyone who had too much to drink. among the hesses,the heaviest drinking was to be done on the bus. therefore nobody would ever be left behind. it'd been a good plan. to date,they'd never lost a member. erich looks over dustyn and he doesnt seem all that substantial. even with being fairly drunk himself,it wouldnt be a chore to lift him by the legs and put him in bed. there is also the bonus dustyn may wet one of the beds in the house riley shares with chaelin. erica would like that. "it shouldnt be much of a thing." erich assesses once the roles of who does what and where is hammered out. he was glad he wasnt part of the dressing crew. dressing a limp body doesnt sound easy...plus the sheet scene from trainspotting was firmly in erich's head. pee he could handle. but poo? all yours,mr scott.

erich takes hold of dustyn's feet and prepares to lift him. "yeah,i got him...ugh. his feet are wet too. i am so taking him off the mailing list for summers time black and blues." erich jokes. it wasnt divulging much. most anyone who was anyone at least got a flyer for karoliena's business. her never brought it up to ada. sure,she and karoliena may have made up,but that may be crossing a line. dustyn wasnt very heavy. especially with another person helping lift him. erich felt like a big game hunter bringing in a lion or something.
hearing a man sing about sausages isnt the most comforting thing when trying to figure out if he is singing about his own toes or willy. erich went back to thinking of a big game hunter with a lion. that was less naked man than a lion. he was still cracking up as they moved along. he felt only dustyn would be in this state..he also wondered if the old boy had snuck some ketamine on the side. if he did and didnt share? erich would have words in the morning.

"like a pig in a blanket." erich grins when dustyn is safely tucked it. "its a hot dog in a biscuit. im not calling the man a pig." he clarifies. offense could be made. who knew if the uk even had such things. "i'll be an honorary member,but i aint dancing." erich says firmly and looks around for a spot to sit. it was going to be a long night. he didnt want dustyn pulling a bon scott and drowning on his vomit. so erich sat on the edge of the bed.

erich sits on the bed,wrapped in a blanket but not under it. this gives him the look of E.T on the kid's bike. only his face is peeking out of the blanket. its cold as shit here compared to back home. even in riley's house,erich feels a subtle draft. it might just be his imagining of the near arctic tundra outside. seriously,the uk needs to get on the global warming train. each time dustyn makes a noise,erich perks up. if it's a fart? he wraps himself tighter in the blanket in case dustyn poops the bed. erich will not be cleaning that up. during the vomiting time,erich makes sure dustyn gets back to laying on his stomach or side.erich builds little pillow wall against the back of dustyn to help prop him up. " we're going to build a wall,dustyn. gonna be a big beautiful wall. the best wall. it will keep the irish where they belong. on their sides." erich says in a half assed trump voice. even imitating him irks erich.

Erich watches dustyn sleep. All his mumblings and movements remind erich of a kitten dreaming. It's sort of comforting, dustyn is probably going to feel it in the morning though. He had better get all his laughing in now. Erich reaches an arm out of his cocoon to adjust dustyn's blanket. Being cold is all the man needs now.

It seems like forever in the room. Erich occupies himself looking at the walls and back to dustyn. Erica would enjoy knowing erich thought little of the decorating in here. It's not the kind of room he'd like to sleep in. Erich settles back into his position: sitting cross legged and using one of the bed posts to brace his back. He perks up when he hears the knock. Maybe it was someone coming to relieve his watch or at least keep him company. He closes his eyes briefly when Billy bursts in. He was in mo mood to see or hear this bastard. And hear Billy,erich did. If Erich's face wasn't wrapped up,Billy would see the scowl growing on Erich's face. This fucker, whom dustyn wouldn't cut out of his life,finally decides to come check on dustyn?! Check isn't even the right word. He didn't even ask how dustyn was doing. For the most part erich is quiet as billy speaks. His mood souring with every word Billy speaks. " even the life of the party needs rest sometimes." Erich manages to reply in as friendly a tone as he could manage.

Erich was in no mood to hear of billy's exploits. While erich was no stranger to such acts himself, Billy made it sound like something that only happens in sleazy truck stop restrooms. "Great. She probably would love your company." Erich says flatly,trying to get Billy to go. That is until Billy touches him. Erich jerks his head back in disgust, " I'll get my own herpes the traditional way,thank you very much." He bellows. The woman in question could have been a lovely person. But anyone willing to give Billy the time of day these days?! They were easily the scum of the earth.

"Why start what you won't finish? See, that's what's wrong with kids today. " erich replies, mainly for his own entertainment. If he didnt find himself entertaining,why would he expect any one else to? He had about zero interest in having this conversation with Billy. Sexual exploit story swapping was only interesting if they were funny stories. Erich unwraps himself from the blanket cocoon. This bastard wasn't leaving and Erich wanted to ensure that he didn't look ok with Billy being here. He also wasn't going to justify billy's herpes protest. No amount of testing would make Erich believe the man was clean. Erich himself had had some questionable flings in the past, but he had confidence they were safer than about 85% of the places billy's been. " i do need to lighten up. I don't like being the god damned adult in the room." Erich snaps. He didn't think highly enough of Billy to even admonish him for not actually checking on dustyn. It'd be a waste of time anyway. Erich's eyebrows dart inwards when Billy reaches for dustyn. "Right. That's enough. Get the fuck out of here. Now." Erich snaps in his rarely used serious voice. He stands up ready to escort Billy out if need be.

Erich is done speaking with Billy. He had little to say to him at the best of times. He had very little to say to him during the commission of a crime. Erich only had patience for fun crimes. This was not one of those crimes. Billy got the jump on him once but he was determined that wasn't going to be repeated. Erich rocks back a step when pushed. " why don't you fuck off back to giving hand jobs in an alley for attention. " erich snaps at Billy before throwing a short and quick uppercut at billy's jaw. In the middle of his seeing red at billy's actions, erich could picture Erica being supremely pleased he got into a fight in chaelin and Riley's bedroom.

Dallas walks into the room while carrying one of their cats. He randomly kisses it's head and rubs his beard on the feline. The cat is long since used to this and so lets the man get on with it. The cat knows the bed is close, so it only has to put up with dallas' affection a little more and it'll be put down. " who's my pretty kitty? Who is my pretty kitty cat? Mwah mwah mwah!" He gushes over the cat before placing it on the bed. " heya,dust. I'm smooching you like that next." Dallas warns before pulling his shirt over his head and wriggling out of his pajama shorts. " dust?" He says quizzically before poking dustyn's shoulder as if the man might be dead.

When placed on the bed,the cat instantly jumps off. The cat wanted to get on the bed when it chose. Not when one of the big ,dumb,and hairless cats decided to place it there. Besides,there was still some kibble in the bowl. "Said you wouldn't cry?" Dallas asks when dustyn speaks and the cat leaves. Dallas looks dustyn over and sees that he's already been crying. So Dallas scoots over in the bed and plays with dustyn's hair. " what's up? Do i need to beat someone up?" Dallas asks, punching the air with his free hand. He had no idea what had dustyn upset, but he'd still offer to beat someone or something up.