"I was just having a look around." Mihael shrugged.

"You could at least try to convince him the drawers were all already open or something." Mail laughed.

"Looking around for what, exactly?" Nate sneered.

"Nothing." Mihael replied.

Nate peered at him silently for a few moments, before he scoffed and glared at Mail. "Are you leaving yet?"

"Do I look like I am?" Mail asked in return.

"Well if you're staying, then I'm leaving," Nate snapped, moving to push past the redhead. "I have a party I'm being paid to make an appearance at, anyway!"

"Hey, wait up!" Mihael moved to follow Nate out.

"Hmm...a party?" Mail hummed.

Nate stormed across the trailer lot and over toward where the cars were located, his shoulders tense.

"Hold on!" Mihael ran over. "You can drive?"

He blinked.

"Um... I lost my license for drunk driving, remember?" Nate snorted. "I'm catching a ride."

"With who?" Mihael asked.

"None of your business," Nate informed as he walked up to a parked limo.

"Well, I'll come too." Mihael frowned as he followed Nate.

Nate stopped and turned to look at the blonde. "Um... No, that's okay. Thanks anyway."

The limo door popped open and an average looking guy with dirty blonde hair slipped out. Mihael recognized him as a photographer who did shoots for the show's promotional pictures... Chester something.

"Hey Cheetah." Mail waved at the blonde.

"You ready to go?" Chester smiled and put an arm over Nate's shoulders- making Mihael frown.

"I'm ready," Nate replied with a day-dreamy look... the kind Mihael was sure the boy had given posters of himself many times. "Bye, guys."