in my eyes

nighty night

another successful night. £200 for a few dances with some decently attractive men. it's only about 22:30 so it seems i have plenty of time to go and see freddie after his gig.
i drive to my flat for a quick shower, in and out in fifteen minutes.
where the fuck did he say he was? he'd brought me to one of his shows before this one. it's at some theater... hammersmith or something?
i take a taxi to the eventim apollo theater. it's freddie's final show for a few months i promised i'd be there. i see a lot of people leaving so i hope i'm not too late.
i enter the lovely building and then the theater, finding a stage entrance soon after. i quickly flirt my way in and scan the room for a familiar face.
i bump into the backside of a tall and friendly head of hair, "brian! great to see you," i quickly return my attention to finding my friend.
i see freddie chatting with his bandmates, among some others that i think i've met.
i do what i always love doing, standing around casually and waiting for my interest to notice me. i walk a little far back in his line of view, sipping a beer. a minute passes until i hear him call my name, "lucy!" we hug and greet each other.
"so, how was the show?"
"oh, it was great. the crowd loves us."
"how couldn't they, a guy as showwy as you." we laugh.
"okay, no more banter. i have a proposal."
"well?"
"so you're an american and all that..."
"obviously," what is he getting at?
"i have to ask if you'd care to join us when we tour the states in april and may."
"freddie!" how lucky am i to have him, "i'd love to go! who's paying?"
freddie laughs for a moment, "somebody will... so you're coming?"
"yes, yes, definitely!"
freddie shouts over to his bandmates, "lucy's in!"
they show their enthusiasm, rasing their beers in my direction.
i joke, "not the first time you've said that, fred."
he covers his mouth and then laughs hysterically, "you are far too much... was work any good tonight?" he sips his drink.
"with an ass like mine how couldn't it be," it's true, freddie and i have decided that i indeed have a great rear end.
"of course, silly of me to even ask."
"okay, wait... what's that curly haired one's name? brian?"
freddie laughs, "close! you haven't seen him since that show you came to last month. it's ian."
"oh shit, i called him brian when i walked in,"
"go on then, call him that again."
"you're always trying to get me thrown out, i swear." we laugh, "do you remember that one time my ex kicked us out of his place?"
"of course," freddie laughs, "i'm surprised you remember, how drunk you were."
"i didn't drink that much.."
lots of laughing, introducing, and alcohol later, i was notoriously drunk. a bad habit, i know.
i'm assuming it's about 1-2:00 in the morning at this point. i've already drunkenly danced with two of freddie's friends. probably a good time to get out of here.
"fred, you're so fun, you know that?"
like most others, freddie didn't consume much alcohol, "am i?"
"yeah," i stumble into his side.
"oh dear... let's get you to bed," he giggles and holds me up, his arm around me. we say goodbye to everyone and freddie chats with a few more people as i drunkenly wait, full of giggles. the next thing i remember is being driven by someone, freddie sitting with me in the backseat.
freddie thanks, and says goodbye to, the driver. i do the same, probably along the lines of "thank you so much, i wouldn't be here if it weren't for you," stupid, i know.
"freddie, this is your flat.."
"i know, it's closer."
"oh, that's smart... you're smart and funny."
freddie responds to my nonsensical verbage with a laugh, "how much did you even have?"
"i can't remember... a lot?"
he smiled, i think, "as you always do. how you're so thin with all that drinking i just don't know." it's true... my metabolism loves me.
he leads me in to a home i am already well familiar with. i go right to the toilet, only upheaving a little.
"aw, i'm sorry, freddie... don't even come in, i'll tidy up."
he comes in and leans on the doorframe, laughing, "i'll get you something comfortable to sleep in."
i wipe my face, "don't bring me anything you want to wear again,"
"wasn't planning on it." he smiles and walks to his room.
he comes back in his boxers, handing me the smallest shirt i've ever seen. i fall to the floor in an aimless fit of laughter.
freddie is annoyed but joins me for a few laughs, "what the fuck are you laughing at?"
"that fucking shirt!" i'm out of breath at this point, "what even is it?" i slowly make my way towards him.
"you wanted something i won't wear again!" he smiles at my drunken laughs.
"just look," i throw my dirty clothes into his tub and put on the [basically] toddler's shirt. "hardly a top!"
freddie sees it now, laughing along with me, "now i'm embarassed, why do i own that!"
we laugh for a few seconds more, "you know what, i just think it's ahead of it's time." i pose in front of the mirror for freddie's amusement.
"surely... oh shit, let's get to sleep it's nearly three."
"well aren't you a load of fun?" i tease him. we used to stay up all night every night with friends, doing what young people are always doing..
fred lays on his side of the bed and i occupy the other as i have on just a few occasions, "thanks for letting me stay... again."
he giggles, "shut up, i'm tired... but no need to thank me."
"if you insist." my eyes feel heavy now, god this bed is so comfy.
"nighty night, dear."
i put my hand on his in response... far too tired to speak anymore.