It's a Secret

Don't Tell John

Roger Taylor loves to party. He also likes to kick back a few drinks, maybe a little too much. I wouldn't call him an alcoholic or a drunk, he just likes to party. He doesn't ever hurt anyone... well not on purpose, and if he knew, he would probably never forgive himself.

It was a Friday evening and we had just finished recording a new album. Freddie and Roger suggested that we go out to celebrate. I didn't hate going out, and neither did Brian, so we all were pretty pumped. We started out drinking together, but we slowly drifted away from each other. I saw a crowd of people and figured that's probably where Freddie was. I didn't worry much about him since he had people that made sure he got home okay. Brian was probably somewhere near the bar trying to collect the courage to talk to a pretty lady, and If you found a bunch of girls grouped together, Roger was probably somewhere in the middle of them. I don't like to lose track of him. Every once in a while I would make sure I saw the flash of his blond hair, or listen for the high-husky voice. I just felt like it was my job to make sure the drummer made it home safely.

He always got tipsy and had to receive help making sure he got home okay. I always tried not to drink too much, but I had my days. I'm not as boring and quiet as people think I am. There have been a few nights where I needed help getting home. Back in the day, it wasn't much of a problem because we all lived together and could walk home together. It's different now that we all have separate homes. That doesn't mean we still don't walk home together sometimes. There have been numerous times where one of us drank a little too much, needing another to walk or drive them home and ended up just staying there. That happened that night.

A very drunk Roger sauntered over to me and held my arm for balance. Brian had already made his goodbye and left, and who knows where Freddie was off to. I had actually engaged into a decent conversation with a pretty girl when I felt the swaying man grasp my sleeve, and alcohol breath wafted into my face. 

"I'm sorry, please excuse me. It was nice talking to you." I spoke to the girl before turning to the drunken drummer.

"John! Johnnieeee. Deakssss. What up paaal?" I couldn't help chuckling at the man in front of me.

"C'mon Rog. I think you've had enough for tonight." I had grabbed his other arm to steady him.

"Naaah. I'm goood. I'm ssstill having fun!" He gave me a pouty look with his baby blues.

"Okay. If you can stand up straight without holding on to me and not fall over, I'll let you stay." He smirked at me as I let go of his arm.

"Deeeall." He released his grip on my sleeve and straightened his back. He swayed dangerously close to his left. I reached my arms out and he tumbled over, with me catching him.

"Okay, nice try Rog. Let's go." Roger gave me his best 'puppy dog look', trying to win me over. It didn't work. I chuckled at his failed attempt, with his pleading blue eyes and his pouty bottom lip, he was just ridiculous. That look may work on others, but I could read the man like a book. I knew he was actually very tired.

I snaked my arm across his back and threw his arm over my shoulder to keep him up as I walked him to the door of the pub.

As, I pulled him out the door, he threw his hand up and shouted "Byeeee ev' bodyyy. I love you allll!"

I burst into a laughter as I drug him out the door. The cool chill of the nighttime air hit me in the face as I walked onto the side walk. He had tightened his arm on me as I guided him to my car. He kept touching my face and mumbling incoherent words as I pulled out my keys to my car. I could make out a few of the words like "John", "I'm going home", and something like "he's my best friend."

I had unlocked the doors and was opening the door for Roger. I didn't have much trouble getting him in the car, for he basically just fell in and I shut the door behind him. I walked around the car and opened the driver's side door. I wasn't too surprised when I saw Roger had laid out across the entire seat.