Bring It Back, Bring It Back

Oh, Won't You Take Me Home Tonight?

Freddie's P.O.V
*August 4, 1973*

Roger just suggested that we should go to the bar. We've all been a bit stressed lately, and I'm sure a few drinks will calm us down. We've just started recording our second album, and we're already driving each other crazy! Roger plays his drums like a drunk five-year-old, Brian can never keep his guitar in tune for more than a minute, and John...actually John hasn't done anything wrong. That's probably just because he doesn't talk to us much. He just records and then goes home.

"You really wanna go to a pub, Rog?"

"We all need to calm down, and I'm sure we'd all like to get blackout drunk."

"No, I'm sure you'd like to get blackout drunk."

"...Well, I'm going to a pub; you can join me if you'd like."

"Roger! We only have one car!"

He snickers right before walking out of the studio. I grab his forearm to stop him from walking out of the studio.

"Fine, I guess we can go to a pub."

He kisses me on the cheek.

"I knew you'd want to... I'll go round up Brian and Deaks."

I grab my jacket off the couch and quickly throw it on. I trot outside and hop into the passenger side of our van. After a few minutes, Bri, Deaks, and Rog get in as well.

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We all get to the pub after a thirty-minute drive. We all plan on getting blackout drunk, even Deaky. We don't really know how we'll get home - John is usually our designated driver - but I'm sure our drunk minds will figure something out.

"Well, let's go get shitfaced!"

We all hop out of the car, and we trot into the pub. Rog and I are holding hands, like usual. I swear, Roger won't go anywhere unless we're walking hand-in-hand. We've only been dating for two months, yet he acts like we're a married couple!

We all sit down at the bar. The music is blaring; I can barely even hear my own thoughts!

Roger hands me a menu that has a whole bunch of drinks on it. There's beer, wine, whisky, vodka, and so much more. If you want it, they definitely have it. They even have Spirytus! I'll get drunk in the blink of an eye if I decide to get it. I'll probably order it. If I don't decide to, Rog will definitely pressure me into it.

I feel Roger put his hand on my knee, and I blush a little. I'm still not too used to us dating. It's surreal to me, in a way. I never expected one of my bandmates to be the person I date. I always thought I'd find a nice girl to settle down with, get married to, and possibly have a few kids, even though I'd rather have a cat. I never even knew I was bi until I met Roger! It's all happened so quickly, but I truly don't mind.

"Fred? You alright?"

"Of course I am!"

"Why were you just staring off into space? Is something on your mind?"

"Only you."

He kisses me on the cheek.

"You're too fucking nice to me, Fred. What did I ever do to deserve such a nice boyfriend?"

"You were yourself. I couldn't see myself loving anyone but you."

"God damn you're too wholesome sometimes."

We both giggle, and I kiss him on the cheek. I know I can get wholesome at times, but I just like to remind Rog about how he's the best person to ever exist. I don't have to tell him that, but I like to. The way his face perks up every time I say something like that makes my rockin' world go 'round. It's like his inner five-year-old magically pops out whenever I say something like that, and I love him even more for that.

Roger slides a whiskey glass in front of me. I happily take it from him.

"When'd you order this?"

"A few minutes ago. You zoned out again, so I bought you a drink."

"Oh, thank you."

I flash him a quick smile, and he smiles back. I take a sip of the whiskey. It doesn't taste that good, but I'll still drink it. I'll drink anything Roger gives to me, even if it's repulsive.

"Down the whole thing, Fred."

"What? Why?"

"It'll get you drunk."

"...You make a convincing argument."

I quickly down the rest of the whiskey. I slam it down on the top of the bar.

"We're gonna get fucked tonight."

- - - - -

We've been drinking for a little more than an hour. Roger's so drunk that he's slurring every single word, Brian's trying to hook up with some girl, and Deaky is just off to the side, enjoying himself.

Roger hops off his barstool, and he walks over to Bri, most likely going to bother him. Rog is the opposite of a third wheel, if I'm being honest. He'll constantly go bother Brian and say every slightly embarrassing thing he's done. Brian's lost countless girls because Rog brings up something he's done before.

Deaky hasn't talked to us all night. He doesn't talk that much at all, but he hasn't said a single word in hours. I'm a bit worried about him, honestly. I don't know if this is what drinks do to him, but I'm still worried about him.

"Hey, Deaky, are you alright?"

"Oh, y-yeah, I'm fine."

"You haven't said anything tonight. What's wrong?"

"N-Nothing. Just...I'm not the best when it comes to alcohol tolerance."

"Oh, that's okay. I remember I wasn't the best back when I had my first few drinks."

"I-I've never been able to handle alcohol. I've drank so many times, but I can never get used to it."

"You'll be alright."

He flashes a smile at me, showing his tooth gap. I find his tooth gap adorable. It makes him look so much more innocent than he already is.

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