More than just a friend || Roger Taylor

14- since the second I saw you

29th March 1978

An- enjoy your last chapter of happiness :)

"Oh hello you two... didn't expect to see you both here on... well fuck knows what day it is." Charlie chuckled, standing in the frame of the back door as me and Roger stood huddled underneath the drummers coat to shield us from the heavy hitting rain.

"Let us in then Le." Roger pushed through the frame, me following closely behind him with a little giggle as the bar's owner shook his head and closed the door behind us. Roger shook of his coat and hung it on the rack, clicking his tongue at the sopping martial as I laughed again.

"You two look like a pair of wet dogs."

"Why thank you." Roger replied sarcastically, the two of us sitting down in the seat under the poor lighting we did on most occasions we found ourselves in the bar. "Could we just get the usuals please ?"

Charlie nodded, pouring us both the same drinks we always ordered with the same smile he always wore as Roger pulled a note from his wallet, one buried deep within the depths of his jean's back pockets. It was much busier than it usually was, far more drunken guys then the normal two in the corner, which meant the music was playing much louder to try and drown out the slurred chats.

Since both falling asleep on the sofa, not even half way through a Disney film about rich cats, Roger decided that maybe the bar was one we should give another visit before our paths became separate for the next few weeks- which is simply why we found ourselves slightly tickled by the rain in the usuals seats we sat in at Charlie's.

"You been alright ?" Roger asked somehow gently, a relived pull at his lips when I nodded a little, peeling my jacket off my shoulders as I glanced around at the many faces unfamiliar.

"Yeah... You been ok ? Not too worked up by your tour I hope."

"No no no. Is uh... is your mum alright ?" Roger suddenly asked, a heavy concern in his tone as Charlie set our drinks down in front of us. I took a large sip of mine after thanking him, letting my body almost sync into the feeling I'd been needing to feel, which was far more enjoyable when paired with a leaking stick of smoke.

So instead of replying to the blonde, I lit up a cigarette between my still lips, both of us looking down at the end as it suddenly glowed red before being drowned in a grey pool. I didn't let the pause last too long, only because I knew it was a simple question he meant no harm by- but I still wanted to try my best to avoid the subject.

"Nope. I have no idea what's going on with her. I might ask Mel. But I'm not working for a little while." I shrugged, dragging on the stick sat loosely between my two fingers, taking a small sip of my drink only shortly after.

"Yeah why is that ? You never said."

"I told Mel I was tired and fed up, so she agreed to tell all the companies necessary that I was ill. But it's really so I could just spend a tad more time with a certain scrawny drummer." Roger's smirk instantly leaked into a bright smile, a small rose hue at each of his cheeks which he tried to subtly deny. We let a short silence fall into the air, one now tangled with swirls of grey from the cigarette that Roger had seemed to taken into his own grasp.

"Now you're the soppy one." He mumbled almost, the smoke blowing from between his slightly pursed lips as I shook my head gently. "You can't deny it Lynn."

"I'm not denying it. I'm just still not entirely used to the fact your lips seem to be the ones I'm always kissing. I think hundreds of girls would kill to be me."

"Yeah they would." He sniggered, a smugness in his expression that I gave him with ease. "But you're more than a kiss Lynn. I tell you all the time."

I sipped my drink again, watching his eyes as they focused on the dark smoke tracing from his lips with the usual satisfaction. I took another glance around the bar, my eyes catching a smile from Charlie as they wondered in the direction of the duke box and drunken guys laughing at one another.