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Roger flung the door open and stomped into the house, nearly scaring the hell out of Brian. He chucked his coat onto the couch and went straight to the kitchen for a drink.
Brian raised an eyebrow and put the book he was flipping through, down. "Rough day, Rog?"
Roger looked at Brian through his dark sunglasses and threw back a shot, "You have no idea."
"...well would you like to talk about it?" Brian stood and went into the kitchen beside the drummer.
"Nope. Don't want to! It's over now. Don't you dare pry either." Roger pointed his finger at Brian, who put his hands up and nodded.
"Ok ok, promise." Roger walked off again and plopped on the couch, leaving Brian in the kitchen. '...I need to cheer him up...' He went back into the living room and tossed Rogers coat back at him. "Up!"
"Wh- ow why? I just got here?" Roger shoved the coat off and glared at the taller man.
"We're going out. John and Freddie are asleep anyways, were better off being in the outside world. Now c'mon!" Brian tugged on his jacket and ignored the groans coming from his friend.
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Roger, being extra stubborn today, stayed silent the whole car ride. "Why are we stopping."
"To go in here, silly." Brian chuckled and stepped out of the car.
Roger got out and looked up at the building, Mars tavern, "..this is a date isn't it?" He blushed slightly and looked towards Brian.
"Mmhm. C'mon, you're going to cheer up whether you like it or not." The two walked into the dimly lighted tavern, it was busy despite it being late on a Wednesday. Immediately a waitress came to them, and found them a seat, a booth. Roger scooted Into the seat and took his sunglasses off. Brian started to get in on the same side but Roger elbowed him. "Ah nope on your own side, cotton ball!"
Reluctantly, Brian did so, looking fondly at the blonde haired, blue eyed drummer. "You are gorgeous. Y'know that?"
"I-hehe- well..thank you." Roger blushed again and tried to fight back a big smile. "you, are very gorgeous as well." He playfully tapped Brian's foot underneath the table with his own. The waitress came back and asked for their drink orders, which were both a type of alcohol.
"Ok! I'll be back soon with those." She smiled and walked off.
"I suppose we should look at the food items, yes?" Roger seemed to have forgotten all about whatever had gotten his pants in a twist earlier. Brian hummed and opened the menu.
"I can't decide between pasta and chicken. What do you think?" Brian looked up from under his curly hair at Roger.
"Well, I think you should get pasta, I'll get chicken, and we share? I was looking at the same things oddly enough." they nodded just as the waitress returned.
"Are you all ready to order?" She put down the drinks and pulled out her notepad.
Roger nodded and cleared his throat, "I believe so. I will have the baked chicken, please." The woman seemed to be a little mesmerized by Rogers rough, yet soft voice, but nodded and turned to Brian.
"Ah um, I'll have the pasta here." He pointed to one and the woman wrote it down.
"Thank you, we'll have those out shortly." She looked at Roger once more and walked off. Brian picked up his drink and smiled at the drummer.
"See this is fun isn't it?" Roger nodded. "She seems to fancy you."
"I see that. But-" He placed his hand on top of Brian's "I unfortunately, am taken."
