Body Language. Queen

Liquidised Shit.

A/N - Hey dudes. I know I only uploaded this same part last night but something has gone wrong with it and a lot of people are telling me they can't read it so I deleted it and I'm uploading it again to try and fix it, sorry for the confusion, a new part will be up tonight <3

Roger's P.O.V.

We all looked at the flaming vindaloo vodkas like they were mini piles of shit, but we threw them back and swallowed the fiery liquid hastily, finishing them before the heat or the flavour could hit us.

"Fuck. That is foul!" Brian coughed, hitting his chest that was no doubt burning.

"No. No. That's so wrong." Deaky groaned, his hand over his mouth, shaking his head.

It was disgusting. My mouth was on fire with the chilli heat and my stomach was griping now too.

"Fred?" I giggled.

The singer was doubled over.
He straightened, "That close. That close to throwing up." He swallowed, holding up his fingers with less than a millimetre gap between them.

He always did take it too far. Never completed a night out without half of what he had consumed making a reappearance.

"You can't be sick. We have to fucking finish this. It was your idea!" I play punched him and he pushed me back, smiling.

"I'll finish it. I'll just throw it all straight back up after." He warned.

Many times had he dragged me to the toilets when he had to hurl. He'd also thrown up on me. A couple times.

The next round was three double Whiskeys on the rocks. The round I was mostly looking forward to as I loved whiskey. But three doubles was going to be a killer.

Again, we watched the barman make the beverages, with each round we showed a little less enthusiasm than the last. It was all well and good drinking all this now, but in ten minutes or so, it would get into our system and we will be nothing but a pile of drunken twats on the floor.

"3 double Whiskeys on the rocks. Each. Two minutes in the clock. 3...2...1...drink." The barman clicked the stopwatch.

We had all slowed, I gulped one back with no effort at all, the taste was great but after that first one I didn't want a second, never mind a third. I eyed up the rest of the boys who were still on their first, Brian was actually getting into it, trying his best to finish the first one and swallow the alcohol, Deaky was still staring into his glass at the golden liquid.

"Drink!" I pushed the glass towards his lips and he chugged it down in one, which was quite impressive.

Freddie's cheeks were puffed out, probably filled with the whiskey that he was more than struggling to swallow, the glass still to his lips in case he had to spit it out and his eyes shut.

"Swallow it, Fred!" I urged.

He opened his eyes and cast me a cheeky side glance.

"Fucking swallow!" I shouted.

He tipped his head back and thankfully swallowed it, bursting out laughing.

He elbowed me in the ribs, "I bet that's what you tell John to do hmm."

I ignored his little comment and chugged back the second one.

"One minute left, lads!" The barman called.

"Jesus fucking Christ." Brian moaned, to my surprise he was already on to his last drink!

I looked at Deaky again, "What the fuck, Deaky?!" I gasped, he'd finished!