Don't Talk! (Freddie Mercury / Queen)

1985: What A Drag - Part II

A/N-
Well, I never thought I would only be updating tri-annually, I apologise😂. I literally had this one shot in my drafts for over a year.
*** (You'll probably need to refresh yourselves with Part I, I know I had to!)***

I've definitely forgotten how to write but I hope ye all enjoy anyway!💜

H.G

I kept a careful leash on my expression as I watched Peter wrangle Winnie away with nothing but broken German and a smile. Admittedly, I knew my blank visage would irritate Freddie, whose gaze was rapidly darting across my face in the hopes of finding some crack in the mask, but I wasn't willing to give anything away just yet. Not in front of Prenter at least.

"You know I would never invite him here. We don't speak, I promise you that."

"Yet, he has an invitation." I pointed out, wondering if this unfortunate situation was all I needed to get off the hook with Freddie.

"Yes, but I didn't give it to him!" Freddie nudged Paul, who was still at his side. "There was clearly a mix up with the invitations."

"Not really a mix up." Paul hummed, "I just didn't see the issue, you and Winnie were friends."

"Were." He hissed in reply.

"Well, I thought ye would all be a little more mature about it. All of us have shagged every second person in here, who cares?"

I cast a brief, frigorific, glance towards Paul out of the corner of my eye. It couldn't have lasted more than a millisecond but it was enough for Paul to shrink behind Freddie. I may have taken a great deal of satisfaction in his cowering.

"Paul?" Freddie murmured.

"Yeah, Fred?"

"Fuck off."

Paul didn't protest, he simply scurried away.

"Hayes--"

I waved a dismissive hand, "I don't need it all explained to me again."

Freddie blinked suspiciously, "You believe me?"

"I believe that you aren't daft enough to invite that man here when I am also here."

I am quite aware that my tone could have been a little softer but alcohol made me all the more blunt. It was clear that the entire situation was an accident and we simply didn't need to beat the topic to death. Hopefully my display of unwavering maturity in the face of this truly awful situation would help Freddie get over his petty little grievances with me.

I was just about to suggest we call things even but Freddie was suddenly whisked away in a swarm of male bodies. Blinking, I wasn't certain that Freddie had ever bloody been there in the first place. I raised a hand to rub at my eyes and when my vision cleared, Alex appeared.

"Oh, there you are!"

"I-- yes, here I am." I scrubbed a hand through my lightly damp hair, "I think I have had enough to drink."

"Nonsense!"

"An Irish man who doesn't know when to stop drinking, how original."

"You Brits are the reason we drink."

"Apologies."

"Not accepted." Alex reached forward to pop the button of my collar, "So come along, grab me another drink, and let's get out on the dance floor."

"I'll have another drink," I murmured, my stomach blanching at the suggestion. I had already ingested more than enough alcohol when I was accepted into a fray of drag queens earlier. "I will not be joining you on the dance floor."