A Whole New World (A Queen Fanfiction)

Chapter Nine

Dominique leaned against the bar top at the Bag O' Nails, as the bartender slid her an Old Fashioned from across the table.

Her dark brown eyes scanned over the crowd slowly, looking to see if anyone interesting had arrived.

At the present moment, the room was filled and smelled thickly of tobacco and alcohol, smoke hanging above the partygoers like an unspoken cloud of scandal. Dominique was trying hard not to cough but was finding it highly difficult.

She looked around, hoping to maybe catch a glimpse of Roger or any other member of the band, as Richard had assured her on the drive there that they would be there.

It had been an awkward drive, often silent as Louis, Richard, Richard's partner, Dominique, and Todd had all shoved into the car and drove for at least thirty minutes into the thick of London. The only sounds were the low volume of the radio, a bit of small talk, and occasionally, someone would cough.

Dominique had not spoken to Roger in a couple days, almost not knowing quite how to go about it. It seemed easy, at first, to just go up to the hotel room door, but as soon as she raised her hand to knock, it suddenly just became difficult.

But still, she often thought about him, thinking about the things they had done together, and how oddly comfortable she felt around him. She thought about how she could joke and hug him so easily, how he seemed to be so comfortable with her.

She sighed, thanking the bartender and sipping her drink, when something in the corner of her eye caught her attention. She looked over, and saw with excitement that Roger, Freddie, Brian, and John had walked in and were slowly making their way through the crowd.

"Hey, how's your night?"

She looked over, suppressing a groan as Todd had found her, nudging her arm while jauntily leaning on the bar, swishing around some sort of beer.

"It's fine," Dominique replied politely, trying to keep it professional and crossing her arms.

"You're blissfully unaware," He seemed to chuckle, some sort of glint in his eye from the stage across the room.

"What precisely am I unaware of, sir?"

"Your lover-boy Roger ain't so much yours," He replied.

She tensed. "What do you mean?"

"Girl, he's letting you on bad," he replied, his voice low. "All of the little, um, moments you talked about? They're nothing. I've seen him. He's been flirting with every woman he comes across."

She felt almost numb as the words kept coming. Todd was annoying, that much was true, but would he lie to her? He never had lied before, only gotten on her nerves.

"This is a private matter, I would not suggest talking about it here," she tried to tell him.

"It's urgent, I must tell you this," Todd said. "Please, allow me to speak, Dominique."

"How do you know any of this?" She asked, gripping the bar top and wishing he would just buzz off before he said anything more. She did not want to hear anything more.

"Ah, well, I've seen it. I have seen it first hand. He was flirting with the girl working in the hotel lobby, parking garage, and even at this very party, for I saw him come in."

She looked around, wanting to find a route to the bar's bathroom as soon as possible. "Oh, is that so?"

"Yes, and, most of all, I spoke to him, and he told me right there, you're just a pawn in the game. It's to get close to your boss, your money. Isn't it obvious?"