At School With Maylor

Part 7- After Party.

Freddie's parents had allowed the four bandmates to go to their house after the prom and stay there all night. Mr and Mrs Bulsara were going to a fancy hotel in the city, so the boys could have a nice, care-free time. Whilst Freddie's sister had a sleep-over at a friends house.

As they were stepping out of the house, after they had dropped Freddie and John there, Mr Taylor parked the Royal Car on the driveway and opened the door to allow Roger and Brian out.

"Thanks dad, and say thank you to your boss for allow us to use the car for this." Roger smiled as Mr Taylor sat back in the driver's seat.

"Come now, lad. You know I can't talk to her whilst I'm driving." Mr Taylor replied, "But I will try and pass on the message for you."

"Yeah, thank you so much Mr Taylor." Brian beamed as he linked arms with Roger.

As Mr Taylor drove the car back to Buckingham Palace, Roger and Brian turned to go into the house. Mr and Mrs Bulsara were just coming out and stopped the two boys.

"Now listen here, Freddie's not going to care whether the house gets trashed and I don't think Johns brave enough to stand up to him. So we're trusting you two to look after the house, can you do that?" Mr Bulsara asked.

"Of course we shall Sir." Brian nodded as they passed each other. Mr and Mrs Bulsara headed to a taxi that was waiting for them and Brian and Roger headed inside the house.

Instantly, the two boys took off their coats and cloaks and hung them up. As they took their shoes off, John came up to them a little worried.

"Fred's got us drinking Vodka, he says his parents allow him to take it. He's also got us playing Truth Or Dare." John explained shyly.

As Roger and Brian followed John into the living room, Freddie came out of the kitchen carrying a bottle of strong Russian Vodka and four shot glasses. Roger glanced at Brian; Brian wasn't much of a drinking and only Roger knew it. He'd have to somehow get Brian to either a) try it or b) drink it for him.

Roger sat on the floor first and allowed Brian to sit in his lap. John and Freddie completed the odd-shaped-circle and Freddie began the night off by handing everyone a shot glass full of Vodka.

"Okay, so I think we should get the ball rolling by all having a shot at the same time." Freddie announced lifting up his glass.

"Everything'll be alright Bri. I promise." Roger whisper in Brian's ear. Brian nodded his dubiously.

"On the count of three. One! Two! Three!" Freddie shouted.

They all knocked back their first shot of the night. Brian instantly felt weird, he had never tried any alcohol of any sort and he realised that 80% alcoholic Vodka wasn't the best one to try first. He shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut as he swallowed the terrible tasting Vodka.

Roger giggled at Brian reaction, but got cut off by Freddie.

"I think we should start with the person whose surname is closed to the beginning of the alphabet. Deaky. Care to start?" Freddie asked.

"Erm... sure. Brian, truth or dare?" John asked timidly.

"Truth." Brian stated passionately.

"Okay erm... Brian, what erm... turns you on?" John quickly asked.

"Oh erm..." Brian subconsciously squeezed Roger's hand and Freddie instantly picked up on this.

"Oh go on. What is it about our dear drummer Roger that turns you on, Bri?" Freddie probed, making both Brian and Roger blushed the same shade of bright red.