"So, the boring blue dress or the statement jumpsuit with feathers?"

Freya gives herself a once-over in the changing room mirror, scrutinizing every inch of her pink costume.

"If I don't wanna look like a flamingo,  I think it'll have to be the blue."

Jen throws her hands up in the air, flailing them around like a beached whale. 

" This is your first solo performance at the Grammys! If looking like a flamingo is what works for you, then that's exactly what we're going to do!"

"I don't think it's for me. The media will be servin' roast Mercury for dinner if I do wear it, anyway!"

She begins to undress, not minding much that her bandmate is watching. 

"God, if you only knew the pain of having to discuss fashion with yo-"

"I bring biscuits!" An angelic, female voice interrupts from the entrance of QUEEN's fitting room.

"LORIIIIIIIIII!" Freya screams, running in just her undergarments to hug the newcomer.

Almost in sync, the two women catapult towards each other, colliding and securing their arms around each other's waists.

"I Missed you, Queenie, the one and lonely pop diva!"

 Rolling her eyes, Freya scoffs in mock annoyance.

"Really, Lor, you see me again for the first time in months and immediately insult my relationship status?" 

"What are best friends for, if not eternal reminders of all your embarrassing moments, horrendous mistakes and single status?"

Jen smirks at her two sisters, coming out from behind the changing room curtains,

"I leave you alone for ten seconds, F, and you've already attacked someone offering us biscuits?"

"It's not me fault!" The youngest Mercury protests, "I 'aven't seen her since before the single dropped two months ago!"

"Get. A. Room... Honestly, I'm surprised you're still with Reggie- what with the amount of cuddlin' you two get up to."

A clearing of the throat gathers the girls' attention.

"Baby!" Jen squeals, spotting her pink-haired wife, Perrie, who's holding an expensive bottle of wine in her left hand.

"Hiya, love," She smiles, kissing Jennifer on the cheek and giving Freya and Lori a tight squeeze each.

"Erm, Frey. Not that I'm not a lesbian, but what exactly are you doin' in just your undies and bra?"

The lead singer flushes as she remembers her revealing state.

 "I was tryin' on a costume for the Grammys. I didn't think anyone would be here before twelve..."

Jennifer frowns, placing her arms possessively around the pink-haired diva.

"Well, Queenie. As my beautiful lady has so kindly pointed out, she is indeed a lesbian and overly fond of curvy women, but she's taken. So, get ya clothes on you naughty woman!"

Freya runs back behind the curtains and groans into her hands. "Bloody overexcitement syndrome."

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Twitter: @FreyZB_Mercury:

 Not @ Rosalia_Beach and @ LoriThe_Londoner laughing at me for tripping over, while @ Penny_MayDay is trying to take a photo. 

(@ PerrieNoir-Deacon is yelling at her for getting the lighting wrong😫🤚)

P.S ALL ON AN INSTA LIVE! What more could you possibly need content-wise?

Comments...

@ ReggieMay_TayTay

 You'd be having more fun if I was invited🤧😒

(P.s @ LoriThe_Londoner You look gorgeous, my love💜.)

@ LoriThe_Londoner

Mommy, mommy, help! Some guy on the internet just called me gorgeous with a heart emoji!

@ ReggieMay_TayTay

@ LoriThe_Londoner Humor=Lacking💗

@ LoriThe_Londoner

@ ReggieMay_TayTay Maturity=Lacking, but what can we do?😙

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"Have you seen the Avengers recently?" An extremely drunk Jennifer babbles "I mean, hot damn."

Perrie glares protectively over her shoulder at the photo of the Avengers J had just shown them all.

 Rosalia pipes up with her own opinions, sobriety more lacking than even Jen. 

"If I WAS gAy- whIch I'm Not bUt sOMetiMes rEallY wIsh I waS- NatAshaLiA RomanovERa woUld be firRst on My lIst!"

Freya snorts into her hands.

 "Do you mean, Natasha Romanov, babes? What list?"

Nodding her head in cleared-up confusion, the manager's eyes begin to cloud with tears. 

"They're all soulmates, you know, the Avengers. So beautiful, so, so dazzling... I need to ask Tony stark if he can shove a-"

"ALrIght, AlrIght, The AvengERs BLah Blah," Penelope slurs,  "But CAN We TaLK AbOut My Billy? Whoo, The GuY Can Go For Mil-"

"Enough!" Rosalia, Freya, and Jen scream at the same time, hands over their ears in fear of hearing about their brother's sex life.

"Ouchie," Perrie pouts, cradling her head in her hands, "That hurt my already pounding head's feelings."

"It'S AlrigHt, I'll Help you," Jen volunteers, causing her wife to flinch yet again at the volume level.

"Oh, Lord help me," Freya groans.

 "I need to go to my home by the tax. Tax? I mean the Taxi!"

 Penny giggles at her own mistake.

"I'll get Rosalia home,"  Perrie and Jen decide, dialing an uber.

After everyone had gone home, it was just Freya left to clean the mess up.

So, drunk and alone, she sat down on the sofa and fell asleep hugging a pillow.

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May 2022

Edited: 2023