"Ugh, man, I feel I just got back to bein' normal, touring with the band and everythin' else, and now I gotta do events in Saudi Arabia," Heath says into the phone, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes. "This is ridiculous... but it is kinda awesome here." He stares around at his surroundings, releasing a breath. "So how are things goin' over there?"

Wade doesn't say anything for a long moment and Heath starts to worry, but before he can prod him further, the Brit finally speaks up. "Well, it's been interesting," he says in a strange tone of voice.

"What d'ya mean?" he asks, pressing his phone between his shoulder and ear as he enters the hotel booked for the roster who were flown over for the shows, needing his hands free to unlock his door and get inside.

"I suppose I should warn you before you come back to the States and have to fight him for the position," Wade says, sounding much too amused by whatever he's withholding from Heath.

"Aw c'mon Brit, stop teasing me and spit it out!" he exclaims, pulling his sweaty hair out of his face again. It's over a hundred degrees outside, and has been since they arrived. There's little relief anywhere, and it shows, all of them looking a bit sunburnt and frazzled even after a dip in the pool outside. He's definitely not in the mood for Wade's teasing.

"Fine, fine," he says, his deep laugh, rarely heard to begin with, making Heath even more uncomfortable. "You remember how the band replaced you with Ricardo last winter?"

Heath frowns out of the window of his hotel room, barely registering the scenery as he ponders what Wade might be inching towards revealing. "Uh, yeah. So?"

"Hornswoggle is the newest member of 3MB now." He waits for Heath's response and, when it finally comes, it doesn't disappoint.

"WHAT?!" he squeeches, his voice reaching a highpitched octave that Wade's never heard in all of the years he's known him. "Ricardo, I could kinda understand, but... but that troll?! Why?"

Wade shrugs, smirking. "It is only temporary, I suppose," he says. "A short replacement for a short time."

"Oh, you're... you're really enjoyin' this, ain't you?" Heath asks, burying his face in his hands. "Why can't they ever replace me with someone cool?" He cuts off Wade before he can respond, "Don't even. Just... shut up."

Wade chuckles. "Relax, Ginger. You'll be back home in a few days and will boot Hornswoggle, everything'll be fine. They're not replacing you. That's a bit impossible, after all." He pauses. "If anyone would know that, it'd be me. After all, I allowed you in two groups, for some reason."

"Hey, I was the glue that held everythin' together," he says, rolling his eyes. "You knew that better than anyone."

"I suppose," Wade admits lazily. "Anyway, it's late here so I'm going to try to get some sleep. See you soon, Ginger."

"Yeah, see you, Brit." He listens as Wade breathes into the receiver instead of hanging up immediately, figuring that his insomnia is playing up again, which explains this oddly timed call. "Brit, we can talk for awhile longer if you want, I'm just sittin' at pool side."

Wade huffs, staring out at the dark ocean just visible from the apartment's windows. Still a bit too cool for his tastes in swimming, he'd trade it all for some of the warmth where Heath's at right now. "Now who's teasing who? But fine."

Heath laughs and gets comfortable, dipping his free hand in the glistening water. "I can take a picture for you."

"Bloody hell, I hate you."

"No, you don't." He smirks when Wade makes a strangled noise. "Love you too, Brit."

"Whatever," he groans. "Who have you been losing to lately?"

"Ugh, you sure know how to ruin the mood," Heath rolls his eyes, aiming the camera towards himself and taking the picture anyway. He sends it on to Twitter, and to Wade, listening when Wade's phone beeps. "Sleep well tonight, Brit."

Wade grunts. "Yes, fine, whatever, I love you too, Ginger. Now before you go on more about the perfect swimming conditions over there, I think I will get some sleep. Boodah won't stop whining at my feet. Ridiculous dog."

"You love him too." Heath laughs when Wade curses, either from what he said, or from almost tripping over the large dog. "Come on, say it."

"He knows how I feel about him," the cranky Brit says. "Good night, Ginger."

He sounds pretty final this time so Heath lets it go with a short laugh. "Good night, Brit."

This time Wade hangs up instantly and Heath smiles, settling back against the warm chair.