A heavy bass was thumping in my head as I clung on to Roger's hand tightly. We weaved our way through the tightly packed crowd in the large house Freddie had apparently rented in celebration. A large curving marble staircase weaved its way up to a large array of rooms. The room was sparkling, as a crystal looking chandelier swung precariously as people were trying to clamour on to it. A neat looking waiter whisked past and I grabbed two shots from his tray, I handed one to Roger and quickly drank it my face screwing up in a grimace as the sharp liquid drained down my throat. I reopened my eyes and saw Roger standing laughing at me, though I could hardly hear him over the loud music. I stood on my tiptoes swaying slightly, as the drinks began mixing in my system. I yelled in to Roger's ear gripping on to his shoulder for support, slurring ever so slightly
"Why are you laughing at me?" I said pulling a jokingly sad face. He touched my face gently before yelling back
"Because I know you can't handle your drink" he shouted back. I grabbed his hand and pulled him in to the middle of the crowd where a large area of the floor had been dedicated to dancing
"Fuck You Roger"
"Maybe later" he grinned
"Let's dance Rog!" I yelled
"I don't dance Lily Pad, not like this" I looked at him sadly as another figure came up behind us. Freddie placed his hands roughly on Roger's shoulder. He looked crazy, he had an extravagant cloak on paired with a huge over the top crown. He opened his mouth and shouted at Roger
"Oh Yes you will dance sir. Because this here is a princess and by royal decree the princess" he paused gesturing to himself "AND the queen get what they want"
Roger laughed shaking his head as both Freddie and I roared with laugher. He offered me his hand and said
"Princess Evelyn. May I have this dance?"
"Why of course you may Sir Roger" I smiled at Freddie who just winked at me tipping his crown before running off in to the crowd cheering. Roger grabbed my hand and slightly reluctantly dragged me to the middle of the dance floor. I smiled and began swaying my body to the beat, I loved to dance it had always been a way for me to let loose. I turned my body so my back was to Roger, swaying my hips seductively and perhaps a little teasingly.
His hands immediately shot to my waist pulling me close to him. I squealed in delight and turned back around to meet his face. His hands tangled in my hair as we danced together, both our bodies moving as one. He pulled me closer and leaned down locking his lips on to mine. My tongue found it's way in to Rogers mouth as my hands wound around his neck. He pulled me closer squeezing my ass roughly causing me to moan a little as I melted further in to the kiss, just as it was getting very heated a fanfare sounded and the music stopped . Roger and I reluctantly broke apart as we heard Freddie's voice fill the large room. His eyes were wild as they looked at me.
"Hello my darlings, thank you all so much for coming here tonight. It means a lot to the band and I. Speaking of which, if you are not all too busy getting your blowjobs I would like if you AND your ladies joined me on stage" Roger rolled his eyes at me, we started to make our way through the crowd pushing and shoving to get toward the large stage setup Freddie was standing on. We reached the stage, Roger quickly clamoured up before helping me up gently, seizing the opportunity to look down my dress and smirk at me darkly.
"Stop looking down my fucking top Rog"
"I wasn't, I swear" he pulled a face at me
I shoved his shoulder as we went to stand next to Brian and Chris. He was laughing at something she had said sweetly his smile wide, hers matching. On the other side of us stood an uncomfortable looking Holly, she was desperately trying to fix her hair as it seemed to be messy from 'recent activities'. John stood next to her looking a little disgruntled to say the least. His jeans looked as if they had been thrown on messily. His hand was resting firmly on Holly's ass, no subtly from John Deacon tonight. Roger caught my eye and raised an eyebrow, his hand coming down in copy cat motion to rest on my ass. I laughed at him sarcasm dripping from my words
"Don't get ahead of yourself Meddows"
He smirked at me dangerously "I think we both know I always get my way"
"So once again a HUGE thank you from Queen" Freddie said slurring ever so slightly and drunkenly gesturing to the other three members of the band "Now boys and girls. Lets get absolutely shitfaced!" He yelled before doing a dramatic stage dive. Luckily being caught by the abyss of tightly packed bodies. He shrieked crowd surfing off in to the darkness. Chris came up and tapped me on the shoulder as the music boomed again.
"Evelyn love. Do you want to come join us. Holly and Deaky got some seats in the VIP area" she winked "There is champagne" She said running away giggling. Roger and I followed her through a set of red velvet curtains. Roger raised his eyebrows approvingly as we entered a room, the music faded and it was a lot quieter. I sat down letting out a blissful sigh as I sank in to the soft velvety couch. The room was large and dimly lit, a huge table was in front of us covered with various drinks and snacks. A cork popped and champagne began to flow once again. It lead to drunken dancing and Brian whipping out his famous impression of the BBC producer. He stood on the table arms folded and wrinkled up his nose
"This is ThE BeE bEE CeE" Pointing his finger at Roger before toppling off the table his long limbs flailing as he crashed on top of a very intimate Holly and John. Making Roger, Chris and I roar with laughter.
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The night had been a great laugh, alcohol was prominent in my system now. Everyone else was extremely drunk after many shots and a lot of dancing later. Brian had stupidly put Roger in change of drinks. That boy knows how to make strong cocktails. I was swaying as I stood up again to dance, Roger's hands clinging tightly on to my waist to support me. His head buried in to my neck from behind, biting me slightly and sucking leaving a deep purple mark exposed. He smirked at it proudly before twirling me around. In my drunken state I couldn't support myself in my heels. I toppled on to Roger knocking him on to the floor, we collapsed in a messy pile. I landed flatly on his chest. Roger was laughing loudly. My head still buzzing with alcohol. I looked up to see the curtain ruffle and Freddie fly through it, still in his crown but without the cloak. He looked at Roger and I lying on top of one another on the floor.
"What the hell have I walked in to? A bloody orgy?" he said dropping dramatically on to one of the seats. He gestured to me royally, his expression proud
"Evie darling. What do you want to do right this second?" I looked at him my drunken brain trying to comprehend and process what he had just said. I managed to slur out
"I wanna sing" Freddie looked at me his eyes lighting up. He pulled me up off of Roger who was lying on the floor clutching his chest and groaning just a little too dramatically. I rolled my eyes at him as Freddie suddenly reappeared in front of me with a shining silver microphone. I took it from him tentatively
"So Rog?" I said looking at him "Remember when I told you I wrote poems?" He sat up quickly as if the pain had suddenly vanished, nodding obediently. I had now sparked everyone's interest, their eyes were glued to me.
"Well, I had a shot of writing one in to a song" I paused "I know you are all rock stars, so please be kind. Its a work in progress" I lifted the microphone to my lips, parting them gently as I began to sing softly. I closed my eyes not wanting to look at anyone
"
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, oh oh
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters"
I faded out gently and everyone looked at me their mouths wide open in surprise. It was Freddie who began to clap first before jumping excitedly on the sofa everyone joined in , their congratulations flying around. Until I felt a chill run up the back of my spine, a clap a little too slow echoed round my fuzzy head.
"That was beauti-" Freddie was cut off as a cold voice sounded across the room
"I knew that was your voice I heard Evie. Just as beautiful as it always was" Paul looked me up and down "Though I have to say that's not the best thing about you" He smirked winking greasily at me. I heard Roger muttering something, shooting up from where he sat. Everyone else looking slightly panicked. I pressed my hand to his chest defensively and made him sit back down. I sat down next to him, praying Paul would leave. Instead he slinked in to the spot beside me and placed his hand extremely high on my thigh. I felt Roger tense up, I opened my mouth to speak but Paul cut in as another song began to play
"Oh god Evie. Do you remember this song?" I listened to it properly and tensed up it was 'Ain't no sunshine' the song that had supposed to be our first dance at our wedding. I tensed up more my eyes filling with tears. Paul spoke again
"Shame we never got to dance to it" he smirked uglily
"THATS IT!" Roger shouted shooting up out of his chair. Usually I would fight my own battles but the alcohol and rush of emotions left me paralysed.
"What are you going to do pretty boy?" Paul said standing up to meet him. I shot up quickly trying to stand between them to stop anything happening. Roger gently pushed me back down to sit He was breathing quickly, his eyes ablaze with anger. I had never seen him so angry
"I am going to ask you to leave" Roger said in a scarily calm voice
"You scared Evie is going to leave you? before you get the chance to-"
"OH FUCK OFF" Roger shouted lunging at Paul and swinging quickly. Punches were flying, I heard grunts from the two men. Chris and Holly were screaming loudly from their seats. Brain and John both shot up quickly trying to tear the two apart. Blood was dripping on to the floor from somewhere within the big mess. I watched, paralysed, unable to do anything. A large crack echoed through the room, followed by a thud as a large body fell to the floor. Paul lay knocked out cold. Roger stepped back wiping blood from one of his lips as Brian had a hold of his jacket. He shook Brian off roughly before storming out of the room. I still sat in shock, staring at Paul's motionless body on the floor.
"Jesus Christ that boy can punch" Brian said running his hands through his hair
"Remind me to never disagree with him" John followed, nudging Paul slightly with his toe
"Is. I mean, is he okay?" I questioned
"He'll be fine. Not that you should care" Brian said looking at him "A few bruises and cuts, Roger clearly had one intention. He will be okay though" I nodded quickly at Brian. My brain snapped in to action. Roger, he had stormed out clearly still riled up about the fight. I had to find him.
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I ran out through the velvety curtain and in to the huge crowd in front of me. The buzzing in my head was fading fast as I began to sober up. The music was still booming and much too loud. A sweaty and humid aroma tickled at my nose as I continued to shove my way through the wasted crowd. I managed to reach the bar, my eyes scanning frantically for Roger. I couldn't see anyone I knew apart from Paul Prenter who had his tongue down some other man's throat, so most likely wouldn't appreciate being disrupted. The whole crowd was pushed to the edge of the room as a large mosh pit was created in the centre.
In the waving crowd I desperately tried to clamour toward the door. I fumbled desperately for a cigarette and my lighter seeking comfort in them . I crashed out through the door in to the musty, warm evening air. I pulled out my lighter my thumbs shaking frantically as I failed to ignite the spark in it a few times. Once I finally lit it I held the end of my cigarette to it watching the end of it smoulder away as I took a long draw. I held the smoke in my chest before blowing it out in one large puff. Frantically smoking the rest of my cigarette worries of Roger crowding my brain. I was such an idiot, he was drunk and angry. He could do anything. taking the final draw of my cigarette I put the butt out with the sole of my stiletto.
My eyes were dragged up from my shoe to scan around everyone else who was outside. A group of men stood in a gaggle having a conversation about who had slept with the most women. There were another two men. One of them pressed against the wall as they kissed hungrily. I looked to my right and my eyes rested on a familiar mop of blond messy hair, but something was different. He had a women attached to him who seemed to be sucking his face off. It was that bitch Chrystal, he had her leg high up on his hip and she was not holding back her hands latched on to both sides of his face. I turned away from fear of being sick. Quickly walking around the corner of the building and out of sight. I let myself cry, my shoulders shaking uncontrollably as I let out rough harsh sobs. I sat on the side of my pavement thinking
how could he do this?
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