Gold Dust Woman | John Deacon [DISCONTINUED]

vi. day two: you're who?

It was lunchtime when the Sirens finished recording for the day.

"I'm so tired," Jem groaned, placing her forehead on the counter after she slid into one of the chairs.

"You're always tired," Louise commented, helping Indy set out plates for lunch.

"How do you think I stay this beautiful? I get plenty of rest," Jem framed her face with her hands as Indy hit her with a hand-towel.

Louise smirked, "Well, if you're going for beautiful, I guess you better go back to sleep."

"Oh no," Indy commented, "Lou, that'll take years!"

The two began to snicker as the other occupants of the house came down the stairs, "You two are hilarious," Jem rolled her eyes.

"Whatever you're making, it smells good," Roger commented as he sat in the stool beside Jem.

"It's southern Illinois comfort food at its finest," Indiana said as she put sticks of potato she had just finished cutting into a pan of hot oil.

"Yeah, ponyshoes are great after hangovers," Jem nodded.

"Ponyshoes?" John asked, thanking Louise with a nod as she placed a plate with toast on it in front of him.

He picked it up to take a bite but Indy's eyes widened, "No, don't eat it yet!" She panicked and John dropped the toast back onto his plate, "That's apart of the dish," she explained.

Freddie chuckled at the exchange before asking Ivy something. "So," John began, "Paul said you were called the Sirens. Where'd you get that from?" The brunett asked.

"Sirens were beautiful sea creatures that lead men to their deaths," Jem smiled, sending Roger a look.

"As you can see," Indy pointed to Margot, who was covered in a sheen of sweat and currently sprawled out on Indiana's couch, "we truly live up to the name."

"Fuck off," Margot groaned, "you try drumming out some of our songs, see how you feel."

"I-" Jem began but Indy held up a finger.

"No, we are not starting the instrument argument right now," Indy frowned, "it's obvious that's guitar is the hardest," she mumbled, going against what she just said.

Louise and Brian nodded, the curly haired man speaking up, "Thank you! You see, they get it," he gestured two the two women in front of him as he eyed his band mates.

"Obviously Bass is the hardest to play," Jem rolled her eyes then looked to John, "Right, John?"

"Well it isn't easy," He rubbed the back of his neck.

The was another groan heard from the couch, "I hate you all," Margot grunted.

"Indy, your gonna burn the fries," Louise told her and Indiana jumped, turning back to the pan of hot oil.

"Ah, oh god," She grimaced as the oil got too hot, and began to pop. She quickly turned the stovetop down as Jem yelped.

"Not again!" Jem yelled, going to hide behind Margot and the couch.

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After the French Fry scenario was resolved, the Sirens finished making lunch. Pouring the melted cheese on top of the fries, hamburger ( in Indy and Brian's case, it was mushrooms) and toast.

"This looks," Roger began, picking at his food with a fork, "Very American."

"You can really taste the freedom in the cheese," Jem commented, her mouth full of food.

Louise scoffed in disgust as she topped her own
plate off with cheese, "No one wants to see that, Jem."

Jem stuck out her tongue, showing the mashed up food to Louise, who gagged, "What this?" Jem asked standing from her seat, the words strained from her tongue being out, "Come give me a hug, Lou."

Louise's eyes widened as she quickly dropped her plate on the counter and began to run about the room as Jem chased her, "Stay away from me you little shit!" Louise shouted, "I hope you choke!"

"Ha, my gag reflex is amazing bitch!" Jem shouted after swallowing her food. This made Indy nearly choke on her own, her laughter being interrupted by a fit of coughs.

"Both of you sit down," Indy sighed after her coughing fit, the laughter of the men around them dying down, "God, I feel like your mom."

"No, you're a grandma, remember?" Louise pointed and Indiana nodded.

"Right, yes, grandma. That's much better," Indiana sighed, then she looked to John, "I feel very rude, we've never asked about your band."

"Oh, we're Queen," Brian spoke up between bites, "This is very good by the way."

"You're who?" Louise's brow furrowed in disbelief.

"Huh?" Margot lifter her head, a look of pure shock on her face.

"We're called Queen," John said.

Jem shrugged them off with a chuckle, "No you're not."

Indiana stared at John, who nodded, "No you're not," She said sternly, thinking they were kidding. When she realized they weren't kidding her eyes went wide, "holy shit."

Jem gasped, "Indiana said a bad word, and we've met Queen, the world must be ending."

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Some of y'all have never had a ponyshoe and I'm sorry.