The Fantastic Drowse (Maylor)

Halloween

"You promised, Roger." Brian said, his hands on his hips.

"You did. I heard you promise. You can't back out." John nodded, watching him from Rogers bedroom floor.

"Darling, please? It'll be so much fun." Freddie smiled reaching over to pinch his cheek.

Roger slapped his hand away. "I promised if Brian dressed up as a badger. He's dressed as a poodle!"

"They didn't have any badger costumes, Rog! People don't love badgers as much as I do!" Brian huffed.

"That's because they're viscous. They are satan reincarnated. They are-"

"Adorable and perfect and I know you're only saying that because you're scared of them." Brian said, crossing his arms.

"I'm not scared. I just disagree with their existence." Roger shrugged.

"That's what you say about jellyfish." Freddie laughed.

"Excuse me, Freddie, but have you ever had a jellyfish wrap it's testicles around your arm and while continuously stinging you?" Roger pouted, folding his arms over his chest.

Brian closed his eyes, covering his face with his hands as he held back a strangled laugh.

"Y-You know what, Rog? I can't say I have..." Freddie giggled.

John was the first to break, launching into a hysterical laughing fit, followed by Freddie, then lastly, Brian bursted out into booming laughter.

"What? It's not funny! It fucking hurt! I had welts! Welts!!" Roger scowled at them.

"Rog... I think you meant tentacles..." Brian laughed, holding his stomach.

"That's... Bri, that's literally what I said!" Roger frowned, staring at the three giggling boys incredulously.

"Roger, darling, you said the jellyfish wrapped it's testicles around your arm." Freddie pointed out, still giggling to himself.

"What? I did?" Roger slapped his forehead with his palm. "I swear, I'm good at Biology."

"So, Rog. How many testicles does an octopus have?" Brian smirked.

"I'm locking myself in the cupboard."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Two hours later, they'd convinced Roger to get out of the cupboard and into his costume.

And he looked positively adorable.

Freddie had even stolen his mother's eyeliner and colored the blonds nose black, along with forcing blush onto the already blushing boy.

"What are we even doing tonight?" Roger huffed, pulling at the oversized red shirt.

"We have a gig at five and a party at eight." Brian answered, looking over at John and Freddie who were helping each other get ready.

John was carefully drawing whiskers onto Freddie's cheeks as the raven-haired boy gazed up at him lovingly.

Brian swore he saw John returning the look.

"They're gonna shag." Roger muttered to Brian. "They're soooo gonna shag, quote me on that. They're gonna do it."

"You're in a good mood." Brian chuckled, looking over at him. "You think so?"

"I mean, if they haven't already. And yes, I am in a good mood today. It's a good day. We have a gig, there's a party. If I'm lucky, I might get to make out with a poodle. Wait, no. That came out wrong." Rogers cheeks lit up as Brian laughed at his words.