Classic Rock One Shots

Roger Taylor #1

Death on two legs

London, 1970

"I can't just kick my drummer out of the band because he miffs you a bit." Freddie argued.

I was sitting at his apartment kitchen table. A white table cloth draped over the dark oak, courtesy of Mary.

Freddie had his forearm resting the table and the other in the air, a cigarette between two fingers.

Smoke trailed into the air from the cancer stick as we talked.

"Miffs me a bit?" I questioned. "I fucking hate him!" I continued on. Freddie sighed, his head dipping down.

"Jesus Christ Tiff! He's just kind of a dick, you can get through it." "He's a colossal cunt." I corrected.

"Are you coming to my party or not?" Freddie disregarded my comment. Well I thought it was pretty funny...

Sighing, I gave in. "Maybe." I knew I was coming, I just wanted to keep my options open and absolutely torture Freddie.

"Is Rog bein' a dickhead again?" Mary asked, getting a tea cup from the cabinet. "Yes!" I exclaimed. She laughed.

We made quiet conversation as she made her tea, practically pretending Freddie wasn't there.

As she walked away, I took note of her short red skirt, the same shade of Freddie's jacket.

"If you don't marry her soon, I might just scoop her up." I smirked cheekily. "Get out." Freddie laughed, rolling his eyes.

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I blinked slowly, my eyes getting used to the heavy feeling from the mascara.

"Perfect." I smiled, puckering my now deep red lips.

"Tiffany! Darling, you look ravishing!" Freddie smiled proudly as I strutted into the living room.

It was a small, intimate party. One for the band. We were celebrating their first, small tour. It was a gear party, as they called it.

In attendance was Mary, Freddie's sister, me and the band.

"Wow! Tiffany, you look great." John smiled encouragingly. "Thanks, Deak." I smiled back as warmly.

Hearing a scoff followed by a condescending titter of a laugh.

"What Roger?" I asked, arching a brow at the blond. He looked down at his clear plastic cup as he slowly swirled his whiskey.

"You look a bit shit." He said wryly. "Roger!" Freddie chided.

"Tell me, Roger," I started,"Do you wear a padded bra, or are those tits natural?" I retorted gleefully.