"Rog? You called me, is everything alright?"
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Roger's POV
I felt that I literally was losing my blood. I felt me going paler than snow.
"Oh, hey Bri. We didn't know you're here..." Fred saved me. I smiled a 'thanks' and he glanced at me and nodded.
"Oh, umm, I was actually here because of Deaks. He wanted to have a drink to unwind a little bit but I heard my name and so, I followed from where the voice was and it led me here so.. what's up?"
"Oh, he was just asking some random stuffs about our band, really.." I reasoned out and then I mentally slapped my forehead.
"Ahh, okay.. Well, I'd better go back to John since he's--" He turned back and so did we, looking at the dance floor.
"--Christ. Look at him go! I better go there. He's very drunk, I could tell. Bye!"
Me and Freddie laughed, "Alright! We'll gonna go back to the hotel later."
"Sure!" Then Brian was out of the scene. Freddie turned to me and I looked back at him. He laughed suddenly and I also did, slapping his arm.
"You wanker, we almost got caught!"
"I know, I know.. BAHAHAHA"
"Stop laughing, you arsehole.."
"Ah, it's too much.."
"Yes." I giggled.
"I was looking at your face the whole time and you were very pale! And your reason with me asking things about the band?! Ridiculous reason, Rog." He laughed hardly.
"Oh, shut up." I shook my head and he managed to catch his breath. He looked at the bartender as we stood up.
"Here's the cash. Keep the change." We then went out of the pub, not bothering to approach Brian and Deaky for permission to go out. On our way, we've talked mostly about nonsense things like to what happened earlier, and it includes me slapping Freddie's back or arm, and clapping with a cackle, so is he. We eventually arrived at the hotel and in our room.
We were still in our clothes but without our shoes, since we've wore it off. Freddie then spoke.
"Heya, Rog." I could tell that the buzz was kicking in and that our speech was half-controlled by the alcohol.
"Hm?" I slurred and looked at him.
"What if we'll go into Brian and John's room?" I widened my eyes.
"Are you serious?" He smiled drunkenly.
"Psh. And why would we do that?"
"For no reason.."
"You are drunk, Fred."
"Nope, not yet. But so are you."
"Nope, not yet." He shook his head and as if on cue, our room bursted open, followed by murmurs and laughs of... two men?
My eyes widened as I looked at the door, then back to Freddie, which has the same expression as me, but then chilled off.
"It must be them. They entered the wrong room." He chuckled as he got up, so did I. We finally saw Brian with his arm around Deaky's shoulder while they smiled and stopped walking when they saw us.
"Oh, hey guys. Why y'all heeyah in awah room?" I snorted at Brian sounding much more British than he is when sober.
"Ah, nothing.." I decided to fool around them.
