Brian's P.O.V.

We all piled into the limo and it set off down the street, it was a good 30-40 minutes drive to the club that we had hired out which gave us all plenty of time to carry on drinking inside the limo.

"Boys, I have to give it to you, you're all fucking geniuses. The album is already rapidly climbing the charts!" Jim beamed at us like a proud dad.

"We have to thank you, Jim. With out you, we'd still be a struggling poor band who had no money to show for their fame!" Roger praised him back.

"Well, I'm just doing my job!" He chuckled, reaching into the small fridge of this fancy vehicle, "I think it's only right we pop open a bottle?" He smirked, pulling out yet another bottle of champagne as he knew we all had quite the taste for the substance.

"Jim, darling, how many bottles of that stuff is in that fridge?" Freddie asked with a cheeky glint in his eye.

"Five..." Jim answered.

"Excellent. Well then a bottle each, it has to be!" He grinned.

We all looked at him gobsmacked and he laughed at our expression, "Oh come on! It's our night. We might as well." He winked at us all, grabbing a bottle out of the fridge.

"Well, I don't see why not." Deaky shrugged, giggling as he pulled his own bottle out.

Soon we had all given in and were popping the corks of our own bottles and drinking out of them as if it was a bottle of beer.

"Briaaan..." I heard a playful little sing of my name and I looked towards Freddie who was sat opposite me, aiming his still unopened bottle at me. He waggled his eyebrows at me, threatening to pop the cork and have it fly out of the bottle and hit me.

"No!" I gasped, instantly shielding my face as he was already twisting it out, "Don't! Freddie!" I laughed, not daring to look.

The next thing I heard was a pop and a swoosh of the cork flying...until it struck me in the stomach, making me jump, "Ouch! You fucker..." I laughed, looking at him and his face of glee, I picked up the cork and threw it at him, making him squeal as he tried to dodge it.

"Save this play fighting for the bedroom guys, hmm?" Deaky teased, taking a swig from his giant bottle of champagne.

It was then that Jim caught on as he sat forward a little and looked at both me and Freddie in turn, "You're a thing?" He smiled.

I suddenly felt really embarrassed and glanced at Freddie, who, sporting a really red face, looking as I felt, we exchanged nervous glances before tearing our eyes away from each other, Freddie resorted to staring out of the window, taking large gulps from his bottle.

"Not officially..." Roger smirked, glancing at the both of us.

"Not yet." Deaky added, winking at me, I think that was a hint to remind me to ask him the question tonight, how could I forget? It was all I could bloody think about.

Freddie was silent for a while but soon broke out of his embarrassed trance, "Jim, do you know how many people are coming?" He was already half way through his bottle of champagne.

Jim shrugged, "The last I knew there was just over 200 but that was from last week, probably more now."

Fred grinned, "And the bar is still free for everyone?"

Jim nodded.

"Good. I want everyone off their tits." He cackled excitedly.

The way he was giggling and smiling to himself, drinking out of that bottle and looking all excited was adorable. He was adorable. I found it hard, having Rog, Deaky and Jim in the limo with us, I was used to us being on our own now most of the time, not that we were always together just the two of us, but when we kissed or hugged or did anything like that...we were always on our own. I wanted to slide next to him and put my arm around him but as a couple, a public couple...we weren't ready yet. I mean, we weren't even a real couple yet.

And by public I don't mean tell the world about us because that was something the other two still hadn't done, I mean be a little bit kissy-cuddly around the people we know. Rog and Deaks don't have a problem with that anymore, most of the people we know, knew about those two now. Whereas if me and Freddie just started to kiss each other in front of some of our friends I think their jaws would drop to the floor.

We were still working on us.
We didn't want the hassle.

Roger was sitting so closely to John right now, his arm draped over John's shoulder and their knees rubbing together, how close they got to each other's faces when they spoke and the quick little kisses or other signs of affection they quite often portrayed. It was something I was envious of. I wanted to be like that with Freddie.

I had been watching him slyly and whilst in a daydream, had been transfixed, apparently, on the bottle that he had wedged between his legs. I felt a little tap on my ankle and came back to reality, looking down to see his shiny black platform shoe nudging me.

I glanced up at him, his expression dark but naughty, his brown eyes slanted and his cheeks sucked in with a dirty smirk on his face, his eyes darted down to the bottle between his legs and then back up at me, followed by a crafty raise of his eyebrows.

My eyes followed his previous movement and travelled down, once again, to the bottle between his legs that he had quite obviously caught me staring at...by mistake.

His slender fingers were wrapped around the neck of the bottle and as soon as he knew I was looking, his hand made a very suggestive movement.

I looked away instantly, closing my eyes for a short moment and swallowing hard having suddenly come over quite hot, lifting my own bottle to my lips and downing some champagne, more to cover my reddening face with the bottle.

I heard a little chuckle and reluctantly glanced at him again, his lips were pursed and he was trying to keep back a smile and a laugh.

That was the first suggestive thing to happen between us and I already was on the verge of passing out.

Staring out of the window, watching the dark night streets of London pass by I was already beginning to feel a little bit woozy, the champagne had gone straight to my head but I wasn't going to stop there, this was the aim, and only the very beginning!

"Drink, Bri. We're almost there." Mercury taunted, tipping his head back and emptying the last drops of his bottle on to his tongue.

Did he want to get me trollied already?

"I'm trying..." I chuckled, holding the bottle up to a light and seeing that it was still half full.

"Chug it, Brian!" Deaky called, seeing that he too, was also handling an empty bottle.

"And shower you all with vomit? I'm sure you would all love me." I shook my head.

"Chug, chug, chug!" Roger joined in now, chanting.

I gave in and brought the bottle to my lips, tipping it and gulping down the strong, fizzy liquid, having to stop after a few mouthfuls.

I grimaced, swallowing, shaking my head again, "I can't!"

The lot of them booed me and acted as if I'd failed them.

"Does anybody want the rest?" I offered my bottle out.

Deaks and Jim shook their heads having only just finished their bottles off, Roger shook his head whilst swallowing the last drops of his.

I pushed it towards Freddie who took it from my hands.

"We'll share it. Come and sit here." He smirked, beckoning me over with his finger.

"Oh, hello. They're getting closer." Roger said with a sarcastic streak to his voice.

Fred flagged him off with two fingers whilst I clumsily climbed over and sat myself next to him. I didn't need to be asked twice.

It was only a couple of drinks down yet I could already tell that Freddie was feeling more confident by the second.
But if I was to take Rogers and Deaky's advice, I had to ask him the question before he got too drunk...which would mean, it has to be soon. He did already have more than a full bottle of champagne down him.

Taking a gulp from the bottle whilst being engaged in a conversation with the other three he handed the bottle back to me where I also took a few mouthfuls.

Whether it was the increasing amount of alcohol already in my body or the strong scent of Freddie's cologne that was drifting off his body...but something was making me rather dizzy and I was enjoying it, I could also feel my confidence growing.

I was a needy, flirty little so and so when I was intoxicated, very smooth and sweet talking. Something I'd never be able to pull off when sober. But my sexual needs also got stronger when I'd consumed a lot of alcohol, sometimes going on the prowl to see if I could catch any prey but never being successful. I was being patient to respect Freddie...but I was aching for it. And I knew, just knew that if I could get him alone tonight, I would struggle to keep myself in check.

But then again, I have been out with a drunken Freddie many many times and have witnessed his wild behaviours. There had been times, which I don't really like to think about now, where he disappeared for a while, only to come back with his hair all over the place and a cheeky little sparkle in his eye because he had just had a quick fuck in the toilets with somebody. So I knew he was also prone to being frustrated when under the influence. So if we both feel like it, christ knows what could happen.

His hand had settled on my knee which I thought was rather cute, I handed the bottle back to him with only a tiny bit left, "Finish it."

Having consumed a full bottle of champagne each we were all certainly merry, growing louder and sillier with every corner the limo turned.

"Heads up, boys. I think we're here." Jim grinned, nodding towards a window where we all turned around eagerly to see a vast crowd of people waiting outside the club. Even inside the limo we could hear the music and the shouting, there were so many people outside yet the club also appeared to be full too, so many more people than the 200 Jim had estimated earlier.

The limo slowed to a halt outside the club and the commotion outside suddenly got a lot rowdier, people were banging on the top and the sides of the limo.

"Oh god..."Deaky cringed, looking a little worried.

"It's alright." Roger reassured him and grabbed his hand.

Rogers little gesture towards John made me smile, it was cute. But then again it also made me realise that I would never need to comfort Freddie in that way as he relishes in the attention and hustle and bustle of the loud crowds. So much so that almost immediately after the limo had stopped, he had swung the door open and was climbing out with wide eyes and a huge grin.

"Freddie...wait there." Jim called after him but he was already in the zone and not listening.

We all got out of the limo and were instantly surrounded by people that had been invited to the party, some of whom I knew and recognised, some I had never seen before in my life.

Not wanting to stay outside we made our way into the club where it was dimly lit, tasteful decorations scattered about the place, the floor was completely covered and couldn't be seen what with the sea of people already here, it was already a good atmosphere and made me want to join in and let go of myself.

The music was so loud we could feel the vibrations from the beats and the bass through the floor and on the walls, pushing ourselves through the crowds, being stopped by many people who wanted to talk to me, bumping into friends...I tried so hard to keep an eye on Freddie and follow him to the bar but I got yanked to the side and lost sight of him.

"Brian, my old pal! You're finally here!" The person who had yanked me away was one of my old university friends, I had not seen him for a long time, we were close back then, it was nice to see him.

"Collin!" I grinned, we embraced in a man hug and a handshake.

"I have to give it to you, Bri. I think I'm finally going to have to admit that you're a better guitar player than I am." He joked.

Collin and I both played the guitar, we were both in different bands but he was always adamant that he was a better guitar player than I was.

I laughed, "Well, you're still pretty good Collin!" I looked around, I'd lost all of them now, Fred, Rog, Deaks and Jim, "I'll find you later!" I yelled to Collin and he nodded at me, letting me go.

Getting to the bar seemed like it took forever, unlike the others I couldn't just ignore people when they spoke to me and had to stop and chat to everyone, which made the journey even longer.

Eventually I could see the bar and felt a hand suddenly grab mine and drag me the rest of the way, Deaky had seen me struggling and had given me the helping hand as he now stood next to me giggling whilst we looked back in awe at the amount of people here.

"This is fucking crazy." Deaky laughed, shaking his head.

"It'll only get crazier." I smiled.

"Bri?! What you having?!" Roger shouted at me as he was getting served.

I shrugged, "Something strong!" I yelled back.

He rolled his eyes and proceeded to tell the barman something.

I looked around, desperately trying to seek out Freddie.

"Where's he?" I asked John.

"Don't know. He's already gone, you know what he's like, Bri, always doing these little disappearing tricks when we're out. He'll come back." He tried to reassure me.

Thing is, I was used to Freddie's disappearing acts, but I was also used to something bad happening when he disappeared, like he got himself into some trouble, got caught up in the wrong crowds, did some stupid shit...looked for someone to fuck...and then fuck them.

Not that I thought he would go and do that. He hasn't done that for a very long time now, why would he do something like that tonight? Especially since we're almost together...almost. What if he thinks that because we're not a proper item yet, he can still have sex with somebody else without it being cheating? But he wouldn't do that to me...right?