Good Company - Queen Fanfiction

Chapter 10

March 25th, 1979

The morning goes by slowly and uneventfully, but just after lunch I receive a call from Carrie.

"Hello, Alex speaking." I say into the receiver.

"Hey there, Alex. Heather and I were wondering whether you and Marc would like to join us on a date tonight down at the Builders?" She asks.

"Sounds great. We don't have anything else planned for tonight and I'm sure Marc will be keen. What time?" I say.

"We were thinking about seven?"

"Awesome. We'll see you then." I say hanging the phone back up. I walk over to Marc's current spot in the sun and sit down on him.

"Ooph! Jeez Alex, are you trying to wind me or something?" He jokes, digging his fingers into my sides.

"Oh my God, Marc. Stop, please. That's not fair!" I gasp, trying to stop him from tickling me. Usually he didn't, but this time seemed to show some mercy.

"Alright, this time you're lucky. What did you need?" he asks.

"We've been invited on a double date with Carrie and Heather down at the Builder's Arms tonight. I was thinking it'd be especially nice for your last couple days here."

"It sounds like it'll be fun. Collared shirt?"

"If you want to. It's not an overly fancy place, but it's probably worth tidying up a bit," I say, grabbing his hands, "It's been a while since our last dinner date hasn't it?"

"It has. Then again we've never really been dinner date people, have we?"

"Uh. No. I guess not." I mumble.

To be honest, I love going out to dinner. When we first started going out I was a bit tight on cash and avoided extra spending when possible, but Marc seems to have thought I just didn't like it in general. Hence we haven't been very often. Normally I am very vocal about what I do and don't want, but with Marc I can't seem to get the confidence to just say how I feel. I'm generally too afraid to hurt his feelings because of an occasion where I accidentally did and spent the following week feeling absolutely terrible.

Marc and I make lunch together and then I decide to go back out for a couple hours to start on the detail of the mural. I ask Marc if he wants to tag along, but he declines, deciding to clean up my kitchen for me. I give him a peck on the cheek as he gets started on the dishes and walk out the door picking up my bag of supplies and a pencil.

When I get to the end of the street I tape up the sketch once again and get to work on the detail. I spend an hour drawing all the detail on the bottom half and cover the pencil marking in my marker. I now spend another twenty minutes taping the appropriate places and get started on the actual painting. I am doing Freddie's head first and then moving onto either Roger or Deaky's head. By the time I've done those it'll be well time I get home and get organised for tonight's date. Hopefully I'll be able to find some time in the next couple days after work to bring out a step ladder and do Brian's head.

The sky darkens as I finish off Roger's head, just in time to head home and get ready. I walk in the front door and see Marc is passed out on my couch, but the kitchen is spotless. I go up to him and wake him up with a kiss on the forehead.

"Come on now, mate. It's almost time to leave!" I exclaim with a laugh. The poor guy is terrible at waking up, always has been, and I use it to my advantage.

I head into my bedroom and pick out the dress I am going to wear tonight. It's a deep red with a flowy skirt and thin straps. It has a matching little jacket that goes with it, but it's far too cold to warrant wearing that. I instead opt for my leather jacket and come out to see Marc still making pathetic attempts to get up. Eventually he gets up and gets dressed. He appears again in his standard nice shirt and dress pants with a matching jacket. He has always been a bit more traditional when it comes to dates than me.