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Waking up in Roger's bed was becoming a common occurrence for Reina. It had been a few weeks since the band's last gig, and the two had met up for drinks or hung out with the boys and Mary every night since then. Despite her swearing it would only be sex, she found herself growing fond of his company. Roger was the type of person she would sleep with, but he was also the type of person she would be friends with.
Roger stepped back into the bedroom after answer the phone in the living room. If his presence wasn't enough to snap her out of her thoughts, his bare chest was. The look on his face was only a hint of the excitement that was about to come.
"Who was it?" Reina sat up, her curiosity outweighing her desire to not be nosy.
"Freddie. We just booked a bunch of university and pub gigs across England. We're going on tour."
"That's fucking amazing, Rog. I'm so happy for you." She jumped out of bed, still in her underwear, and leaped over to his stance in the doorway.
"I mean, I always knew we were going to be huge, I just didn't expect it this fast. Now it's colleges, but later we'll be in America and recording albums." The joy in his voice made her grin grow as she threw her arms around his shoulders.
Reina wasn't really one for fantasies, but she believed every word of what Roger said. Queen was the best band she had seen since her father's.
After the two did their own celebrating, Freddie was blowing up the phone once again insisting that Roger come join him and the rest of the band at Brian's for drinks. Reina had to work, as did Mary, so her and Roger got ready to part ways.
"Promise me you'll come by after work? We want to throw a party." Roger whispered against her lips as they kissed goodbye.
"I'll think about it. Maybe you should come and see me at work, if you're not too wasted," She smiled, "You'll need new outfits for your tour. Or come wasted, I don't care. My boss would absolutely love it."
𝟏𝟎:𝟓𝟐 𝐏𝐌. 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐘'𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐓.
"Mary, Reina, so glad you two could make it."
Brian answered the door, behind him a sea of drunken bodies milling around his flat. He ushered the girls over to the drink table and was off to join the rest of the band, leaving them to their own devices. They figured it'd be best to catch up with the boys before going to find them.
Reina reached for an unopened bottle of Moët & Chandon, taking the liberty to pop the cork off. The small group of people around her cheered at the noise, sending her and Mary in the a fit of laughter.
"Christ. When's the last time you went to a party like this?" Mary raised her brows as Reina topped off her glass.
"Are you kidding me? Parties like this are what got me sent here, my love." She answered with an equally mischievous grin.
