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05:09 pm - Tenement Funster

Queen, Tenement Funster July 2, 2005
“What is it?” Roger tried his best to shout at whoever was knocking on his door but it was more of a raspy yelp that came out.
The knocking only continued. Roger’s splitting headache couldn’t take much more.
“Oh God, enough!”
Roger staggered out of bed and stumbled towards the door to unlock it.
“Jesus, what the hell do you want?”
“What the hell do I want? What is wrong with you darling?” Freddie pushed the door open and flounced into the room.
“Oh nothing, just another hangover.”
“Just another hangover dear? What sort of riot were you responsible for last night. God, this place is a mess! And look at you, your hair is a disgrace Roger! Honey!”
Roger scratched his messy blond locks and slowly made his way back to bed. He laid down on the bed covers and tried his best to muster enough energy to have a conversation.
Freddie plopped down on the bed too.
“Ouch.” Roger moaned.
“What?”
“My hangover, remember?”
“Poor baby.”
A few moments of silence passed. Freddie impatiently looked at his nails, newly buffed, and waited.
“Well?”
“I know, last night….um…” Roger sleepily responded.
“Yes, tell me all about last night, what did our tenement funster get up to last night?”
Roger didn’t answer.
“That would be you.” Freddie teased.
“Yeah, last night, let’s see, Ginny and Charlene were here for a while, we played some 45’s and messed around a bit.”
“The two from down the block? That Ginny and Charlene?”
“The very same.”
“What did you listen to?”
“’The new one from Bowie, listened to it about 10 times. I‘m sure my neighbors love me.”
“Then Ginny tossed my new platform shoes out the window.”
A look of horror passed over Freddie’s face, “Oh no, not the purple ones, with the silver trim?!”
“The very same.”
“Well shit, did you get them back? I’d have tossed Ginny out the window if she’d harmed any of my platform shoes.”
Roger laughed weakly.
“The bitch.” Freddie added.
“No Freddie, you’re the bitch.”
“Fuck you.” Freddie playfully retorted, “so is that all?”
“No, Brian came by after that, he wanted to play a new riff for me, so of course, he cranked up the amp and played for a bit, I’m going to get thrown out of this place for sure.”
“How’d you like it?”
“It’s a killer riff, really heavy.”
“Well, let’s go to the studio then and give it a listen. I know if Brian came by in the middle of the night to show you a riff that he’ll be pounding it out all day in the studio. So, get dressed and let’s go!”
“Freddie, no man, you go on, I’m gonna lay here and die for a bit longer.”
Freddie put on a pout in response.
“No, I’m not going.” Roger rasped.
“Fine, be a grump, I’ll see you at Smokie’s tonight though, right?”
“You know me, I like the good things in life so hell yeah, I’ll be there.”
“Yeah, well, just don’t overdue it again or you’ll be old before your time.”
“The best things in life aren’t free and that’s what I’m doing today, I’m paying for it.”
Freddie smiled and give Roger a quick little kiss then headed for the door, “Ciao darling!”
Roger pulled a pillow over his head and murmured “I sure am paying for it.”