Real Life or Fantasy? - 'Bohemian Rhapsody', Roger Taylor

Party!

It was now the '80s - a new decade, a new era of music. Queen was definitely up for the challenge.

Freddie threw a huge party at his new mansion, inviting the band of course, and about a hundred other people, if not more.

Mal, Rog, Brian, Chrissie, John and Veronica had found a somewhat quieter corner amongst the chaos.

"Tell me Rog, what's the sexiest part of a car?" asked Brian.

"Well, that would have to be whatever part of the car this fine lady was sitting in." Roger put an arm around Mal, now his wife, and kissed her cheek.

She laughed. "Right answer!" 

"Oh there you are, Darlings! What are you doing hiding all the way back here? I couldn't find you-" In waltzed Freddie, wearing a long and heavy-looking cloak and an elaborate crown, Paul in tow.

"Oh, it's Her Majesty," commented Brian.

"It's not Her Majesty, we're  Her Majesty, Darling," corrected Freddie, gesturing to the group. He even had their own music playing in the background.

He leaped into an empty chair, spilling his drink and making the others laugh. It was clear that he had had a fair bit to drink already. "Cheers!"

"Cheers." The others raised their glasses along with his.

"Where's Mary?" Freddie asked, looking around as though she would just suddenly appear. He looked to Paul who didn't answer.

"Uh, it's not exactly her scene, is it, Freddie?" stepped in Brian.

"Well, she's missing out is all I can say! I asked Paul to throw me a party and this is what he comes up with! Party indeed! Fabulous isn't it?!" Freddie beamed, not dwelling for too long on the fact that Mary wasn't present.

"If you say so..."

Paul reached in with the champagne bottle, refilling Freddie's glass. Roger reached his glass in for some more too, but Paul pulled the bottle away.

"Here," said Mal, handing her still mostly-full glass to the rejected Rog. "We can share mine."

"You're starting to look like each other," Brian commented to Freddie and Paul.

"And what's wrong with that, Brian?" challenged Paul.

Brian ignored him. "You're supposed to be in a rock band, Freddie. Not the village people." Mal snorted into her drink.

Freddie even laughed little. "You might want to think about cutting your hair one day," he shot back. This was true, while all the rest of the band had changed their hair, Brian's long, curly style remained. 

"Never, I was born like this," Brian protested, making the others laugh.

"It's his signature look," Mal said.

"Exactly," he agreed. 

A new song kicked in. "Oh, come on-" Freddie jumped to his feet. "Let's dance!"

"Yes!" agreed Paul.

"I don't dance, Freddie." Brian shook his head.

"I need a few more of these for that," remarked John, holding up his glass.

"I would, but it's not really my dancing scene," remarked Mal.

"And what is your 'dancing scene' Mal?" Freddie asked. "In front of Rog?"

The casual humour they had been throwing around was suddenly gone. Freddie's remark earned a laugh only from Paul.

"What are you implying, Freddie," she challenged, remaining calm.

Freddie ignored her. "Well it's my party, and I demand you dance! By royal decree!"

"You want to go?" Rog whispered to her.

"Yeah."

"We're going to go, actually." Rog and Mal stood, taking hands.

Freddie blocked their path. "Oh God, you're dull. If you were any more dull you'd be Deaky."

"Okay, now you're just being plain rude," Mal accused him.

"Yeah, why are you complaining, you've got your little pet," Rog sneered at Paul who just gave a little smile.

"As do you," Freddie shot back.

"Excuse me?" Mal cried, appalled. "And who was that directed at, Rog or me?"

Freddie just smirked. "Whichever one you want."

She scoffed, feeling Rog tense beside her. "Let's just go." She squeezed his hand and pushed past Freddie and Paul, heading for the door.

But Freddie just had to open his mouth again.

"Well at least Paul's loyal. Loyalty is so  important, don't you think, Darling?"

"What are you trying to say?" Mal demanded, getting defensive. She stopped walking and turned around. "We have no trouble with loyalty."

"But you haven't always had no trouble. And how long do you think that's going to last, hmm? I mean really."

"Careful, Fred," warned Rog.

Mal grabbed the nearest full glass off a waiter's tray and promptly dumped it in Freddie's face and down his chest, slamming the glass back down onto the tray. "Enjoy your 'fabulous' party - Darling." With that, she and Rog stalked out of the room.

Brian and Chrissie and John and Veronica were now getting up to leave as well, no one eager to stay.

"You know, Fred, sometimes you're a total prick," Brian told him.

"Forget them," urged Paul as the whole band disappeared from the party. "Come on, your guests are waiting. They all want a little mercury in their cup."

Smiling now, Freddie stood up on a chair. "Everyone! My Darlings! The time has finally come! Now is the time for us to get absolutely shitfaced!"

(You may recognize some of this from my other BoRhap story -  I wrote this version first, but ended up updating that story sooner than this one! 

I love how Brian always says stuff that makes Rog laugh, it's sweet :)

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed! :))