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Roger Taylor - Rain And Jazz

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I've been on holiday so things have been slow as i've taken a break from my phone but i'm back :)

Roger was a major stress-head. Though he'd always considered himself the 'cool one' of the band, he often got worked up about the tours, the albums, the arguments, pretty much anything that came with the job, gave him a lot of stress. He hid how stressed and anxious he was feeling by getting snappy and rude or being unusually quiet. It wasn't that he didn't think the band were capable, it's just there was a lot riding on their albums, especially the ones that had Roger's songs on them.

He'd been so busy that going out wasn't really a priority as of late.

"I don't know why I let you talk me into that." Roger grumbled, walking away from music and lights that leaked from the building. You were close behind, swinging your arms as you walked.

"Well, it could've been worse. I think your reaction was the most entertaining thing." You shrugged.

"What did you even expect from going to a jazz club? What possessed you and made you bring me to this ungodly place? I'm going to commit a crime if I'm not off the premises in thirty seconds, I swear." He was a drama queen, that much was totally undebatable.

You shrug a little and pick up the pace to catch up with him as he marches onwards. He might have actually meant that... Either way you were getting out of there so hopefully he'd be less grouchy soon enough. It didn't bother you particularly, Roger was always clingy and soft with you after he was grouchy anyway. Because you were his and therefore on his side. It was everyone else who had to put up with his temper and sulking.

"It was something new! What's so wrong with jazz?" You giggle.

"Basically everything."

"You literally have an album called Jazz." You stress the word, throwing your hands up and laughing harder.

"Yeah and look at how well that went." Roger didn't stop to hurry you or tell you to stop laughing, he just kept walking, You'd thought he might want to keep spirits high now that you'd left, but he just seemed grumpy.

Your boyfriend was fighting with his pocket to dig out his car keys when little cold speckles began to dance across his skin. Roger sighed, it was raining. Luckily he'd driven, at your protest as you'd wanted him to 'let loose and have some fun'. Now he was grateful he was being a stubborn arse today and hadn't drank. You watched him wrestle the trouser pockets, unaware of what he was doing.

"I liked it."

"What? The album?" He raised his eyebrows in some kind of suspicion.

"Mm." You nod, smiling a little as you keep your hands tucked inside your sleeves for warmth. He shrugs and makes eye contact with you.

"Well, that's all that matters then." The comment makes you grin in spite of the intemperate man who made it. Rog has always been a flirt with you and, despite how long you'd been dating, was still a flirt. Maybe if he'd smile a little you would be even more lifted but you weren't going to push it.

"Well I'm sorry tonight didn't go as planned but we can still-"

"Fuck."

"I was gonna be more subtle but okay." You shrug at his brash comment.

"No, I mean yes, I just can't find my keys anywhere. What the fuck is this night even-" He looked ready to punch something and you suddenly worried about the nearby lamppost having a dint in it come Sunday morning. At least he wouldn't punch his car, his car was obviously going to be safe.