Rock 'n' Roll Suicide | Roger Taylor

All Tomorrow's Parties (Pt.3)

General POV;

Everyone at the table was staring about trying to figure out what had just happened. Things had happened so quickly that no one had really understood why all that scene had happened. I mean their state of mind wasn't the best since they were all either drunk or semi-drunk.

"What was that all about?" Mary asked confused. She was one of the semi-drunk ones. Henry at that immediately shot her a glance, which she didn't notice, as he rolled his eyes. Well in case you hadn't notice, Henry had never been that fond of Mary.

Even after Mary's question, nobody answered since they didn't know very well themselves. Though certain others from that table were smirking knowingly. Those others be named Erin and Freddie. John was a little bit confused about it as Henry would have most definitely grinned in triumph if it wasn't for the eye roll he was giving Mary. And the last one was David Bowie, who was lighting yet another cigarette, blowing out a puff of smoke that made him look only the hotter.

"I want to go to space. Live there. At least there it isn't full of H2Hoes." Well, yes. There was Brian too. Who wasn't very well at a decent state of mind with all the drinking he had done. Brian was now laughing on his own 'pun' - if it could even be named that - as he drunkenly leaned against Henry, losing his balance. "Got it? H2Hoes. HA!"

"Yes! Very clever, Brian! I am sure someone rather... Unique would appreciate it." Erin smiled empathetically at him not knowing what to say. Next to Brian Henry was practically banging his head on the table from all the laughing. Erin looked about at how excited he was about the stupid 'pun' as she opened her mouth to speak again. "Speaking of..."

"H2Hoes he says! OH MY JUMPING FROGS!" Henry was crying out through his fit of laughter. The pair of them continued laughing, occasionally adding things on their initial joke, which only boosted their laughing. 

"Well, yes, yes. No H2Hoes but now where is our little hoe?" Freddie asked looking around with narrowed, excited eyes. Excited because if what was thinking of was true then both of his missing friends would have a rather good time, and he, for once more, would have made a wonderful job, with his plan working out exactly how he had hoped it would. Because yes, Freddie had a plan. A rather functioning one we could say.

"Did you just call my sister a hoe?" Brian asked interrupting at once his laughter, somewhat trying to regain his usual sober state. 

"Yo- Oh darling. Don't be ridiculous. Of course, I wasn't referreing to Amy. I was talking about Roger." Freddie waved him off as if it was the most natural thing to call his bestfriend and bandmate a hoe. Well, for those it was. After all Roger was a bit of, as Freddie had once named him 'man-whore.' Oh gods. It was one night he had done it, he had specifically said 'This man is a whore and people don't even think he is a man!' pointing to a rather drunk Roger with a girl on his lap.

"SHUT UP I AM GOING TO DIE!" Henry laughed harder as he didn't even take a break from his previous fit. Now everyone was laughing their asses off. And just like that, their night continued. With laughter echoing among them and drunk smiles plastered upon their lips. Even though they were missing two of their initial players they started playing their game again, some of them knowing very damn well that the pair of them would have a rather great time. Somewhere. Together.

And they were partly true. I mean the both of them would always have a great time when they were together, even if it took them a bit of time to get there they would eventually have it. Meanwhile, at the dock at the luxurious marine, two figures were standing so closely embraced by each other that somebody could easily mistake them for one. The cold October air, was roughly hitting the various yachts that were laying there. Though it wasn't very common for an October night to be that cold that specific night was, the freezing air that was filling up everyone's lungs prolonging an equally, even worse, cold Winter.