𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 ┆[r.t.]

vii. doing alright

↳˳ੈ;; ❝ where will i be
this time tomorrow?
jumping in joy
or sinking in sorrow?
anyway,
i should be doing alright
doing alright ೫˚∗:

Roger's pasta was edible.

That was the only thing Monique had said about the food before kicking both him and Christine out of the house, ushering them to go have fun in the city because she needed to take care of the children and couldn't with the drummer around.

And so they were in Roger's car again, driving back downtown. Roger didn't know what they were going to do, but he sure as hell wouldn't let Christine ditch him, so he had to find something.

"So how long have you liked us for?" he asked, and she turned away from the window.

"Queen?" He nodded. "Uh, I'm not sure... Since Sheer Heart Attack came out, I think."

He raised his eyebrows. "Oh, damn... What year was that? Seventy five?"

"Seventy four," she corrected out of habit, then reddened.

Roger just let out a burst of laughter. "You know my album release dates more than I do!"

She chuckled a bit. "Sorry."

"But 1974? That was a bloody long time ago. How old were you?"

"I got my first Queen record at 16."

He raised his eyebrows.

"Had an unhealthy crush on you back then," she confessed with a soft smile, her cheeks tinged with pink.

"Had?" he inquired, frowning comically.

"Okay fine, I still do," she admitted.

"That's more like it," he said and flicked her nose, without taking his eyes off the road.

"I'm not sure how you can pass through doors with that big head of yours," she said, and he smirked.

"You're not helping, are you?"

"Pfft, shut up."

"I was going to say 'make me' but I already used that one, didn't I?"

She hummed in answer. "Yeah, you did."

They fell silent as Roger drove them through the city.

"Where are we going, anyways?" she asked. "Are you kidnapping me, Mr. Taylor?"

He winked and raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps I am."

"So you won't tell me?"

"Nah."

She cocked her head, eyebrows lifting expectantly. "Come on."

"Nope."

"Please?"

"I like it when you beg," he teased, and she reddened slightly.

"Fine, if you really won't, at least give me a clue."

He let out a breathy chuckle. "Okay then... You're going to scream."

"You know, that can be taken in quite a few ways."

Roger craned his neck to see further while he turned left. "Oh yeah?"

"Indeed."

"What ways, exactly, milady?"

"Screaming in fear."

"Hm, no."

"Screaming in pain."