Hi. Back again ;) I promise I'll write some more forgotten memories over the next week or so. :)
This story came about because I've literally spent the last few hours looking for a fancy dress costume online...
ETA: I just re-read this. I actually apologise in advance for how awful it is...
"Steven I said I'm not going."
The amount of times Brendan had said that throughtout the whole of today, you would have lost count. Yet of course, Ste hadn't listened to him at all. He was happy go-lucky, hot, confident, loved parties. Brendan was the complete opposite.
"You've got to go Brendan. It's your sister's 30th party."
"She'll cope without me there."
"You're coming end of. Help me think of a costume for ya."
"I'm not going Steven."
"A-ha I know!"
"Hit me with it." Brendan sighed. He knew it would be another piss take. The things Ste had thought of today. A smurf, Barney the fucking dinosaur. This would obviously be something just as random.
"The village people!"
"You what..."
"He's got a tash ain't he?"
"Steven I'm not going. So stop looking and anyway I ain't dressing up like him"
"There's gotta be something you like..."
"I'd rather stay at home with you..." Brendan muttered, running his hand down Ste's spine. "We can have our own dressing up party..."
"It ain't gonna work trying to seduce me. She's me best friend, I'm going. What about this one." Ste pointed to the screen.
"That's Freddie Mercury Steven."
"I know who it is. He's got a moustache, he's gay, he likes yellow. You have a moustache, you're gay and you like yellow. He's kinda hot as well I suppose."
"You like Freddie Mercury?"
"Suppose."
"I'll look like an idiot wearing that."
"That's the point of a fancy dress theme. You're supposed to look like an idiot. All part of the fun. Once you're drunk you won't care."
"It's easy for you to say that. You look sexy in anything."
"So...Can I order it?" Ste replied, grinning like a chesire cat.
"Fine. Whatever."
Ste kissed Brendan quickly. "Told you I always win."
"Yeah Yeah..."
A week later, Brendan was leaning against the bar, dressed up in his yellow jacket, black trousers, moustache smoothed out. Steven was on the dance floor with Cheryl dancing to some track he'd never heard of. Brendan was more of an old-fashioned man, bit of Queen or Johnny Cash. Steven and Cheryl were like two peas in a pod - throw them a bit of Britney or Cheryl Cole and they were stuck to the dance-floor at the DJ's mercy. That's what shocked him the most, when Ste walked over to him whispering in his ear.
"You wanna go?"
"Only if you wanna..."
"Depends."
"On?"
"You gonna hoover? Cos you know I've seen Freddie Mercury do it in that music video..."
"Shut up you."
"You're keeping that outfit on for a few hours though."
"Am I now?"
"Yep. You look dead hot in it, and I just need somebody to love." Ste started to sing, confirming Brendan's suspicions that he was gone. Drunk. Bladdered.
"Home?"
"Home." Ste replied smiling, linking his arm with Brendan's so he didn't trip down the stairs.
Sorry about how shit that was... ;l