CHAPTER TWO
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JUST ANOTHER ONE-NIGHT STAND

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ANOTHER SLEEPLESS FRIDAY night at the pub, standing at the exact same spot Elizabeth always found herself in. Nothing new to be said of this standard night, except for the fact that she'd been watching the guy she now knew of as Roger Taylor. Even the name itself struck out to her, blankly noting to herself that it was something that would stay with her for awhile. And admiring him from afar wasn't new either, but it was something she was used to.

Liz liked the way he handled himself on stage. Though for some, he wasn't the center of attention, but he was all Liz could look at for the most part. Yeah, she would now and then look over towards the lead singer, and then the guitarist. They played well, and it all came together once Liz would look right back at Roger. She was entertained with the different expressions he had those nights, varying from each song. You could definitely tell at that moment, it was a different world he'd enter whenever he played.

And with her arms crossed along her chest, her heels tapping slightly on the floor, she watched with the same eyes a child would if patronized with a cookie in front of their face.

"You fancy the pants off of him, don't you?" Liz turned to her left, smirking as she rolled her eyes at Elle. Elle waited for her to respond, but instead got nothing but a smile that wasn't even towards her. "Well do you?"

"Something like that," Liz sighed, watching Smile finish off the chorus of "Doing All Right". Everyone around them clapped, thanking the crowd before exiting off stage. Liz felt a small hope inside her that for once he'd look at her, but lost it due to his attention towards the few girls in the front instead. "Would you be mad if I told you I wanted to leave early tonight?"

"Earlier than last time?" Elle mentioned, hinting back to when she was totally shit-faced. It wouldn't have been that bad of a memory, if she couldn't recall how many times she felt nauseous that night.

"Oh, ha ha," Liz sarcastically spoke, the girl following her friend over towards the bar once more. "And I'm being serious. Tonight just isn't it," she softly spoke, tired to say the least.

Elle looked at her pleadingly while waiting for a drink or two at the bar. "Really? Not once have you ever left me alone, why the sudden change?"

Elizabeth just shrugged her shoulders, knowing why she wanted to leave, but rather keeping it quiet and to herself. "I promise to watch you perform before I go ahead and head out," she tried cheering up, giving Elle a quick but tight squeeze on her shoulder.

"You promised you'd stay the whole night," Elle tried persuading, using her best puppy-eyes and puckered lips. "You know, the whole compromise we have. Our deal."

"Don't you try guilt-tripping me with that look, Elle," Liz whined. "Come on, Poppy, give me the best show you got." Liz tried encouraging her to do her best. And with much persuading, Elle decided that this would be the only night Liz was allowed to leave early. Of course, not without watching her sing of course. Liz didn't mind watching her best friend, it was what happened after. She was anti-social, and crowds just weren't her thing. And she didn't even want to be reminded of the night of plenty of drinks and absurd dancing.

Liz watched her friend down two shots before walking off and towards backstage, giving her one last heartfelt smile. Turning around towards the bar, she pondered whether one drink would hurt. But it was like her mind was read by the bartender herself. The young lady handed her a pinky drink, topped with a cherry as a garnish. She looked down at the alcoholic beverage, confused as she looked over towards her. "I didn't order anything."

"That young man did over there," she pointed towards the end of the table, Liz looking in her direction. Roger stood at the end, noticeably looking her up and down, before smiling and making eye contact. Liz quickly looked at her drink once more, noting the harsh smell the drank came off with. It definitely wasn't sweet.

"What is it?" Liz asked the bartender.

"A Pink Lady," she responded, before tending to other orders.

At first, Elizabeth didn't know what to do. The man she admired for such a long time took a sudden interest in buying her a drink after one encounter. But under all that, she still didn't truly know who he was, and she needed to be careful. Without hesitating though, she took a drink out of the round cup. She wasn't expecting something sweet, but she did think of something that tasted a little better.

She was able to tell that Roger had been staring at her the whole time, but also realized he was trying to make his way towards her.

"Funny seeing you here," he told her, standing just a bit too close for Liz's liking. However, she kept quiet about it, letting him enjoy himself just a bit longer.

"I'm always here," Liz commented, taking another drink from the cup. Hell, it wasn't even enjoyable to begin with.

"Let me guess, to watch me?" He playfully joked, Liz nearly choking on her drink from the abrupt need to cough. Catching herself though, she held her wrist to her mouth, painfully swallowing the disgusting drink before placing down her cup.

"Is that how you greet people? The first thing that comes to mind is a comment that benefits your over-confidence?" Liz felt somewhat stand-off-ish, not caring so much for his comment. Though it seemed to amuse Roger much more than her.

"No, but it disturbs you the most..." Roger trailed off, listing off a bunch of names in his head, trying to remember hers. But to him, hanging out with a lot of girls and remembering their names was hard. Considering it didn't particularly matter to him in the end.

Liz let out an obnoxious laugh, something she wasn't used to doing. Though she found it nice to finally have something to laugh over him than the other way around. "Are you serious?"

"I'm sorry," he slightly chuckled.

Liz shook her head, taking one last gulp of the horrid drink. Even though it tasted bad, she didn't want to waste his money. She looked at Roger once more, giving him a look she couldn't even understand. "It's Elizabeth. After that, you're on your own."

His eyes never left hers, surely making Liz's cheeks stain with a light pink, her ears beginning to glow red. Pursing her lips, she awkwardly turned away, tapping her fingers on the table.

"What are you doing after this, Elizabeth?" He questioned her coolly, his words smooth under the talkative crowd near them.

Liz took his question in many ways, the reason for her ears to turn even more red beneath her hair. She cleared her throat, turning around so she faced the stage. "Well, I'm planning on leaving the minute my friend finishes her song."

Roger took a step closer, Liz looking at him with a hard stare. A step closer and he would want to contemplate his decision. If looks could kill. "Stay for another drink, and you'll change your mind."

Liz only let out a laugh, out of words to speak or even think. She didn't know what to do. Maybe she should've stayed longer, have another drink and stay with the one she thought about constantly. But she was stubborn. It'll take a little more to finally try and persuade her to do something against what she wanted to do. "I'd rather not. Maybe another night. If you even remember my name, that is."

Roger knew the game she was playing, a snarky smile present on his face. Something about her really got to him, and it was hard for him to let go. So, he fought along with his intentions to at least try. "With a face like yours, who can forget?" Roger peered over to the bartender, holding up two fingers. "Two of the usual, please."

Elizabeth knew where this was going, shaking her head as she couldn't help but smile. "No, no, I'm okay. Thank you though. Maybe another night." She was ready to just leave him there and walk straight through the crowd, waiting for Elle to walk upon stage. But it felt like the few minutes she just spent with him we're taking forever.

"You're really boring, you know that?"

Liz whipped her head around, mouth slightly agape as Roger smiled at her. She watched the bartender put down two shot glasses behind him, not even thinking twice of taking it. Not once did she ever take kindly of someone criticizing her, even if it was just a measly joke. With one swig of her hand, she drank the sour liquid, taking the second one without even thinking to share. Propping the two together, she slowly walked backwards and away from Roger. "Is that boring for you?"

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ELIZABETH TRIED STEADYING her hand with the key, taking a few seconds to finally open up her dorms door. She put her weight on it, steadying herself as she walked in a few steps. Roger trailed behind her, the two having a small fit of laughter. The two shots he'd given her back at the pub were just a start. After the three drinks he bought her, Liz couldn't even count what happened after. She didn't even know what happened before. All she knew was that Roger and her agreed to go back to her dorm for some reason.

And standing there, slightly off-balanced, with no recall of why she agreed of doing so, they both looked around the room.

"Well this is my home.. dorm, whatever it is," she slurred, showing off her side of the room, then Elle's. She didn't know where she was, probably back at the pub. But it wasn't really on her mind at the moment. Liz took of her coat, pushing a couple strands of hair behind her ear. She shared the room with Elle, the two still in their freshman year of college. They were slightly opposites in decorations, but somehow mixed nice.

Elle's side contained posters of known singers or bands, a tapestry hanging on her side of the wall. However, Liz only had sketches of portraits or any items placed neatly together on her side. Liz even admitted that it was plain, but it was enough for her. Roger walked over towards her desk, noting her sketchbook, filled with different drawings and mediums of pencils and pens.

However, it felt like there was no time to explain to him what she liked doing, or what she was interested in. She was just too drunk to understand what was happening now. It was like time skipped, from entering the door, to them suddenly kissing uncontrollably. It was sloppy though, the both falling onto Liz's bed. Roger managed to keep himself upright though, making sure to not fall on top of Liz.

Though Elizabeth had a voice in her head to stop it all, to pull her face from his, her morals for herself were all gone. She continued to kiss him, her hands playing through his long and blonde hair. It felt right yet wrong, though the good always outweighed the bad. His lips traveled from hers to down her neck, his hands eagerly reaching down her shirt. Liz even let a small moan out, gripping his hair just a little tighter.

Liz had many racing thoughts, whether she would regret this later on. She also questioned herself multiple times whether they would have anything more than this one night stand. She could only hope to say the least. But being pleasured wasn't just a sign of interest. And that was what worried her the most. Would he be willing to get to know more of her, or just see her as another way of getting into someone's pants?

- VERY IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ -

hello everyone!!

so sorry for a late update, i had midterms this week, but im thankfully done. also, i hated the way i ended this, but i really couldn't figure out how to end it either way. also, this is MY FIRST TIME writing anything sexual, so don't judge me plEASE.

but i literally cringed while writing this, so you can cringe with me too. anyway though, this is really important and i REALLY NEED YOUR OPINION;

because Elizabeth can draw (and i also love to draw as well) would you guys like me to add drawings into the book as well?? like for instance, if Elizabeth were to sketch Roger, i'll do it and post it in the chapter!!

please tell me if you do, it's a present for you guys for being so awesome in this book! anyways, did you guys like the chapter? make sure to leave a comment on what you thought and don't forget to vote!! (: