A/N - Hey dudes. I know I only uploaded this same part last night but something has gone wrong with it and a lot of people are telling me they can't read it so I deleted it and I'm uploading it again to try and fix it, sorry for the confusion, a new part will be up tonight <3

Roger's P.O.V.

We all looked at the flaming vindaloo vodkas like they were mini piles of shit, but we threw them back and swallowed the fiery liquid hastily, finishing them before the heat or the flavour could hit us.

"Fuck. That is foul!" Brian coughed, hitting his chest that was no doubt burning.

"No. No. That's so wrong." Deaky groaned, his hand over his mouth, shaking his head.

It was disgusting. My mouth was on fire with the chilli heat and my stomach was griping now too.

"Fred?" I giggled.

The singer was doubled over.
He straightened, "That close. That close to throwing up." He swallowed, holding up his fingers with less than a millimetre gap between them.

He always did take it too far. Never completed a night out without half of what he had consumed making a reappearance.

"You can't be sick. We have to fucking finish this. It was your idea!" I play punched him and he pushed me back, smiling.

"I'll finish it. I'll just throw it all straight back up after." He warned.

Many times had he dragged me to the toilets when he had to hurl. He'd also thrown up on me. A couple times.

The next round was three double Whiskeys on the rocks. The round I was mostly looking forward to as I loved whiskey. But three doubles was going to be a killer.

Again, we watched the barman make the beverages, with each round we showed a little less enthusiasm than the last. It was all well and good drinking all this now, but in ten minutes or so, it would get into our system and we will be nothing but a pile of drunken twats on the floor.

"3 double Whiskeys on the rocks. Each. Two minutes in the clock. 3...2...1...drink." The barman clicked the stopwatch.

We had all slowed, I gulped one back with no effort at all, the taste was great but after that first one I didn't want a second, never mind a third. I eyed up the rest of the boys who were still on their first, Brian was actually getting into it, trying his best to finish the first one and swallow the alcohol, Deaky was still staring into his glass at the golden liquid.

"Drink!" I pushed the glass towards his lips and he chugged it down in one, which was quite impressive.

Freddie's cheeks were puffed out, probably filled with the whiskey that he was more than struggling to swallow, the glass still to his lips in case he had to spit it out and his eyes shut.

"Swallow it, Fred!" I urged.

He opened his eyes and cast me a cheeky side glance.

"Fucking swallow!" I shouted.

He tipped his head back and thankfully swallowed it, bursting out laughing.

He elbowed me in the ribs, "I bet that's what you tell John to do hmm."

I ignored his little comment and chugged back the second one.

"One minute left, lads!" The barman called.

"Jesus fucking Christ." Brian moaned, to my surprise he was already on to his last drink!

I looked at Deaky again, "What the fuck, Deaky?!" I gasped, he'd finished!

"I just had to get rid of them..." he hiccuped.

"Hurry up you fucker!" I urged Freddie who had only just finished his first one, I poured half of my last one into my mouth, swallowing it even though my body wanted to reject, then poured the last of it in, again, forcing it down.

I brought Freddie's second drink to his lips, "Down in one."

He shook his head like a baby, "I can't."

"You will." I tipped the glass forcing his lips to part, I poured the liquid gold into his mouth all at once.

He grimaced, making a disgusted sound, Freddie was never that fond of whiskey.

He paused, and then looked at me, "Okay, it's gone."

"Thirty seconds!" The barman warned.

Freddie grabbed his last drink and again, by himself this time, poured the whole lot into his mouth at once...and swallowed it down.

He slammed the glass down on the bar and screamed, "Never a-fucking-gain!" He shivered dramatically.

"Well, you've already made it a lot further than most people do! Last round, our secret concoction of liquors." The barman smiled evilly, we all resembled roadkill right now and desperately regretted even taking part in this horrendous challenge.

"Roger..." Deaky groaned, laying his head on my shoulder, "I want to go back to the hotel." He whimpered.

"Soon, babe. I promise." I kissed his head. His prospect of going back would excite me, y'know, having him all to myself in a hotel room for the night. No matter how drunk we are it shouldn't ruin anything.

But things were a little...off. Even when we were sober and back at home in London there was something I couldn't quite put my finger on. No, we had not had sex yet. Had I tried to initiate it with him? More times than I could count. He'd given me plenty of handjobs and lots of blowjobs but...he never let me do anything to him. I'd never even seen him without his underwear on. I didn't care anymore, I walked around naked in front of him all the time but it was like he didn't want me to see him, or touch him. And it was fucking frustrating because I thought he was beautiful. I just got the impression...that it was me.

"Round 4. Enjoy, boys." Again. Another evil smile by the barman.

Although the timer had started to tick we all stared at this jet black drink that had been put in front of us.

"What the fuck is this?!" Brian swilled the liquid around his cup.

Suddenly a gag sound erupted from Mercury who had tasted the drink, thankfully, he didn't throw up.

"What's it taste like?!" Deaky giggled.

"Liquidised shit." Freddie replied.

"Oh fuck. Okay, let's do it together. Ready?" I announced.

"Go!" Brian shouted and we all tipped the drinks back. Each having to stop and pause, cough and splutter and stop the bile rising. It tasted like pure cough medicine.

Brian was the first one to slam his empty cup down and double over, gripping his stomach.

I was the second.

Deaky was third who ended his drink with an enthusiastic cheer.

And then, with seconds to spare, Freddie threw his empty plastic cup at the poor barman, "Fuck you...you Round 4...fucker." He slurred, gasping for breath.

We all felt too ill to celebrate having just completed this ghastly challenge and not have to pay for any of the drinks that we just consumed, and now we also got the rest of our drinks for the night free.

But I doubt none of us would want to touch another drop after that.

"Wow. That was some first class entertainment! Congratulations boys. You completed our challenge!" The barman laughed at us.

And then I felt that familiar tug at my sleeve and I was being dragged. I didn't need to question, it was Fred dragging me to the toilets with him so that he could throw up.

"Woah, slow down, Fred!"

"Can't." He answered, unable to make anymore words.

Often, he didn't make it to the toilets and spewed on the floor and then walked away, pretending like it wasn't him, but today, he actually made it. Just.

He slammed shut a cubicle door, leaving me to linger next to the urinals. Accompanied by his gruesome gagging noises.

I wanted to ask him something.
Important and rather ridiculous. I sort of wanted to wait until he was sober but I knew if I was sober too, I'd never find the guts to ask him.

After a while, a pale faced, watery eyed Fred emerged from a cubicle, looking utterly disheveled and poorly.

"Jesus, are alright?" I had to fight back a smile but I also wanted to hug him to make him feel better.

He sniffed, "Yeah..." a half smile flashed across his face.

And then I couldn't keep it back, "Fred. I need to ask you something." I said awkwardly.