Billy wasn't worried about appearances as he trotted up the stairs. He felt like he did when he'd been a teenager. Which was a strange idea to have, when he was barely past the legal drinking age. But he was on his own. Meeting with friends. Invited into their unique way of bringing people up to their apartment. And he'd get to see Mark again! Without needing to rush off immediately after.

He shoved open the monstrous door, faltering as he stepped in. Hearing his own voice was not something he expected. He cast around, expecting to see Roger, but the other was nowhere to be seen. He tugged off his sunglasses and settled them on the bill of his hat.

"Sometimes, I worry that might happen," he grinned, giving the place another glance. "So what happened to CHAOS being a pretentious sellout?" He asked, with a small wink.