JOLENE | Roger Taylor [DISCONTINUED]

vi. the wrap party

"Yes, the wrap party for the video is tonight, darling, why do you ask?" Freddie questioned Esme. The two had been on the phone for fifteen minutes, and Esme was trying to extract everything she could out of him without him knowing.

"Oh," she sounded sad, but really she was grinning and nodding to Nathan. He began to get his camera ready, "I have a work party tonight, and you know how my boss is."

She heard Freddie sigh on the other end, "Are you sure you can't come out? We do leave for tour tomorrow, and I thought you should have a good time before... you know."

"I'll be fine Fred, have a good time for me," she smiled.

"Oh, I'll try," He joked from the other side of the line, "Take care, darling."

"I'll see you tomorrow Freddie," She told him before hanging up the phone.

She looked up to Nathan, who was packing different lenses into his camera bag, "Meet me at the club at ten o'clock, Roger should be fairly drunk by then," she sighed.

"Alright," Nathan nodded before pausing, "Are you sure you want to do this, Esme?"

"I'm one hundred percent sure," she told him, grabbing her purse, and standing from her desk, "See you then, Nathan."

Nathan's mouth opened and closed again before he spoke, "Are you certain-"

"See you then, Nathan." Esme repeated, stronger this time. She pushed through the door of the office, beginning her walk home.

Her mind was racing from the interaction she had with Jolene earlier. Roger liked her, Roger did things with her that disgusted Esme too much to even think about. She was just the girl for him. Esme wasn't.

The sound of a car slowing up beside her broke up her thoughts, "Hey, gorgeous, mind if I take you home?" Roger called from inside of the car.

Esme gave him a flirtatious look, her anger motivating her to act, "I don't think my husband would appreciate that," she told Roger, making the blond smirk.

"Well you're husband must be godly if he managed to snag you," He grinned at her cheekily.

Esme shrugged, giving him a mischievous look, "Eh, he's alright I guess."

"Get in," Roger chuckled as he completely stopped the car. Esme faked a smile as she slid into the passenger seat of Roger's Ferrari. The leather seats felt cool against her as Roger leaned over to kiss her. She was a bit reluctant about it, and Roger could tell, "What's wrong," he asked her, a concerned look on his face.

Esme was quick on her toes, "I'm just sad I can't come to the wrap party tonight," she frowned.

Roger sighed, "Yeah, Freddie told me about that, at least you can see us off tomorrow."

"Yeah," Esme smiled, "I'll be there."

-

As Roger put on his jacket, he turned to Esme, "Are you sure you can't get out of your work party?"

"Rog," Esme sighed, "You know how my boss is."

"Yeah," he scoffed, "He's a fucking twat. Don't get to drunk around him, alright? He'll probably try to get some Queen info off of you."

"Will do," Esme smiled. Roger gave her a soft look, leaning to kiss the top of her head.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Roger chuckled jokingly as he grabbed his keys and walked out the door. What wouldn't he do?

Esme waited an hour before going out and hailing a taxi. She gripped her purse tightly, wondering if she should do this. She had the driver drop her off a block away from the club. She saw Nathan, dressed in club clothes to fit in, and quickly waved him over.

She walked him up to the door, bypassing the long line, and flashed the bouncer a smile as he let the two inside. It didn't take her long to find Roger, and it didn't surprise her seeing who he was with. She motioned for Nathan to pull out his camera, pointing to Roger and Jolene at the bar.

Esme watched as the sitting pair got closer and closer, and as Roger's hand slip further and further up her dress. She couldn't tear her eyes away as Roger started to nip at her neck, the redhead throwing her head back in a drunken delight. Her mind was racing as bodies pushed against her, she felt as if she was going to faint.

"I've got the shots, let's go," Nathan told her.

Esme watched, she couldn't look away. It was like a car crash, heartbreaking, but you can't stop looking at it, "Esme, let's go!" Nathan repeated, tugging on her arm.

"Esme!" Freddie's face was in front of her, smiling as he hugged the woman, "You made it!"

Esme snapped out of it, seeing the two leave the bar and head into a room. She smiled at Freddie, "Yeah, Nathan and I-" Esme turned to look at Nathan, but he was already gone, "Well my coworker was here, I guess he wanted to go party."

"Well, let's get some drinks, dear. You need one!" He smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and leading her to the bar.

"A vodka cranberry for the lady!" Freddie shouted at the bartender as they sat in the seats that Roger and Jolene were sitting in before.

Four drinks in and Esme was drunk, she and Freddie laughing about anything and everything. She felt someone tap her on the shoulder. Turning around she saw John, his face full of concern, "Joooohn!" Esme shouted, smiling and pulling him in for a hug, "Look Freddie it's John!"

"Deacy!" Freddie smiled, leaning on Esme's shoulder as the grinned at the long, dark haired man.

"I should take Esme home, it's getting late," He told Freddie before helping the woman off of the barstool.

"I don't want to go," Esme pouted as the man slung her arm around his shoulder. He was partially walking her and carrying her at the same time, "John!"

"You'll thank me in the morning," John sighed.

"John, you should beat Roger up for me. He deserves it," Esme whined.

John chuckled lightly, finally finding his way out of the club, "He certainly does."