Brian's P.O.V.

I waited in the hotel bar in the lobby for the others.

Had I forgiven Freddie? No.
Was I still angry? Yes.
Did I want to share a room with him? No.
Did I plan on being friendly with him? Well, sort of.

I smiled a little to myself, I had a plan. A really fucking evil plan.

I was going to hurt Freddie. I was going to play with his feelings.

I was purposefully going to hook up with a total stranger tonight and flaunt it right in Freddie's face to make him rage with jealousy. I would kiss somebody, dance, grind with somebody, all whilst staring at Freddie.

He would either take it two ways, he'd think I'm either looking at him whilst doing that with other people because he thinks I want to do it with him instead. Or, he'd realise that I'm doing it on purpose to make him jealous.

Whatever outcome, I was going to play with him.

Whatever happens, I'm going to dance with Freddie, get close to him, lead him on. Then drop him.

A normal circumstance, I would want to dance with him and runaway with him. I would love the idea of sharing a room with him. My naughty imagination would run wild at the thought of him in the same room as me.

But he took things too far. Broke my speaker, so I'd take him too far. I'll make him believe that I want him. And make it quite clear that I don't.

Even though I do.

I heard the others before I saw them, downing my whiskey quickly before walking over to join them.

Soon we were owning the streets and stopped off at our first bar, a rather upper class pub kind of thing.

Before even ordering drinks Roger and Freddie ran off somewhere.

"What you having, Bri?" John smiled.

"Just a pint I think." I browsed their selection.

As quickly as the pair disappeared they returned. Giddy as ever.

"I want to buy this round!" Roger called over the hustle and bustle of the crowded pub.

We all ended up with a pint to start with, Roger and Fred had a drinking competition, of course Freddie won. I felt a tap on my shoulder, "Me and you then!" John grinned, wanting a competition with me.

"Oh, no I'm not-"

"Come on, Brian!" Freddie shouted.

"Fine." I shrugged.

Roger was chanting Deaky's name and Fred was chanting mine. It almost made me soften a little but I had to remember that I hated him. I didn't really...but I needed to.

Deaky won and he slapped me on the back, "Loser buys next round!"

After a few more rounds in that pub we moved on to one just down he street.

We weren't a snobby lot so we didn't care what the place looked like, as long as it sold alcohol, we were in.

"My round!" Freddie called.

Another round of beers sloshed down out throats, perhaps with too much ease, I was tipsy, so was Deaky, but the other two? They were off their fucking heads. They'd taken something, no denying that.

Leaving that place we ventured round town until Freddie shrieked, "FUCK! WE HAVE TO GO HERE!" He stood outside this heaving club, booming music leaking from its building and bright colourful lights pouring out of the doorways.

It's name? Whiplash.

It was a gay bar.

Since coming out I'd taken quite the fancy to gay clubs and having only visited The Mill back at home I was a little excited to go in. Especially at the sight of 'bouncers' on the doors dressed in tight leather shorts, top hats and armed with bright pink whips.

I felt a hand drag me towards the place, I looked and it was Freddie. Again, it almost made me soften to feel his hand on mine. But remember Brian. You're out to hurt him tonight. A few more drinks and you have to get out there and find somebody.

We entered the place and looked around.

"I thought The Mill was crazy..." Fred was in awe, his eyes shining.

We dashed to the bar, Deaky was pretty pissed, "SHOTS!" He yelled.

He bought us all a round of 4 shots each, each one more deadly than the last. I was spinning now, I was actually having a great time, I almost didn't want to ruin things.

"Freddie?! What the fuck!" Roger cackled.

I looked over to see the eccentric singer laying flat on his back across the bar, he was holding up a ten pound note and shouting, "FEED ME!"

A bartender took the money from him and climbed on top of the bar, standing over the top of Freddie. The barman then continued to undo his jeans and shove a bottle of liquor down his pants, leaving the spout out. He then shoved his crotch near Fred's face and the alcohol poured from him and into Freddie's open mouth. A crowd had gathered and had began to cheer.

I wish I was as brave as him.

The barman got off him and Freddie sat up, wiping his mouth, glancing at me and giving me a wink. Which knocked the air out of me.

"That was INSANE!" Roger shouted jumping up and down.

Freddie remained sat on the bar, he was spaced out and absolutely pissed.
But he looked happy. Something that I had not actually see in a while.

Suddenly I was tapped on the shoulder and I span around, "Brian May?!" The stranger yelled.

I nodded.

"I just came to see your show! So amazing!"

"Thank you!" I shouted back at the very attractive young man stood in front of me, black hair, brown eyes, muscular build.

Score. This was my catch and I was about to use him for my plan.

"You're a brilliant player! And when that speaker got knocked over?! That was so cool!" He gushed.

Oh. So people really did think that Freddie's silly move was cool.

"Can I buy you a drink?" I offered.