What is happening in his head? [Poger]

Addiction

It was a rainy, gray afternoon, but not cold. The weather was warm but from time to time a drizzle fell, along with a small cool breeze. Typical London.

In the Studio the only thing that was heard were the instruments belonging to The Who at maximum volume. The heavy blows on the drums of Moon went to the rhythm of John's fingers on his bass.
Pete's guitar played at the full volume of the amplifier.

"I'm the punk with the stutter". Roger's voice was the most powerful thing that was heard in the rehearsal room.

Quadrophenia had already gone on sale two years ago and people liked it a lot. Unlike Tommy, Quadrophenia had new sounds, courtesy of Pete's synthesizers.

The band was doing a general rehearsal because in two days they would start a small tour of England.

"Pete, I'm tired," Keith protested, like a child. "Can we have a break?" Then he completed it joining his hands.

Pete gave a small laugh as he rolled his eyes. "Okay, we'll take a break" Said leaving the guitar aside, took a bottle of beer from the table and emptied it in one gulp.

"I go for sandwiches, are you with me?" John asked Keith who was sitting in his wheeled drums chair, spinning and spinning.

"Of course, honey," Keith joked. He got up from his chair and walked next to Enty towards the door. Keith began to stagger

John come out first and Moon later. But Keith, before leaving, he collided with the door frame and then left.

Roger cannot help laughing. He took off his headphones and walked to Pete with a smile.

"And why are you smiling so much?"asked Pete when Roger sat next to him.

"Why? can not I smile?" He answered with another question keeping his smile

"You know well that I hate your smile" joked Pete, stretching the words a little while opening another bottle

Pete's addiction to alcohol increased these days. He did not become drunk in rehearsals, but for three days he has been doing it and that worried the curly blonde.

"I know, and I also know how much you love it Peter" Roger answered with a certain innocence in his voice.

Pete looked at Roger and an involuntary smile appeared on the guitarist's face.
Pete and Roger did that kind of joke all the time and only they could understand the intention in those jokes.

The chemistry between them was notorious, but Pete's addiction confused things. In addition, Pete's moods were dangerous and more so for the curly ones because Pete always got angry with Roger.

And when Pete was drunk, things got worse and Roger knew it, so when he saw Pete with another bottle.

"Pete, I think you should stop with that" Roger said softly trying not to disturb him with his comment. Because Roger knew well that Pete was bothered by comments about his addiction.

"Why?" Pete asked cold

"Because you're going three bottles Pete" I try to sound firm "Remember we're in a rehearsal, not in the pub"

Pete's gaze turned cold and he frowned.

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Well, this is my first fan fic poger ... I hope you like it