A/N: I'm happy everyone's loving this idea of mine! I'm feeling quite proud lol Though I have to admit. I hope my first installment isn't going to make me out to be a one hit wonder because I feel like this next part turned out…interestingly. I actually had a lot of difficulty writing the end and scrapped a big chunk of it. It's definitely not my best work, but I know I've written worse lol
I was actually looking through titles after a late night of partying and saw Blurred Vision and, in my hungover state, decided to write about it. I wrote for like 10 minutes before giving up and going back to bed. But I came back to it and got it done. I have a feeling it would have been a lot…whinier, if I had of written it all in my initial creative spark….annd actually a couple other idea's came from this one so look out for those.
Last note since I actually had quite the fun writing in Scaramouche's perspective I decided to have at it again…Not all will be written like this, nor will all be written via Scaramouche. Just so everything is clear.
And I'm done rambling. Enjoy what you can.
Oh wait, no I'm not. Another thing. The site where I get the song titles from gives me random quotes by our beloved Queen for every album. So I've decided to post to you here the quote I get when I open the album page. :)
Our first one being:
"I thought we would be huge - and we were."
Freddie Mercury
Disclaimer: Own nothing.
Blurred Vision from the album Complete Vision.
"It's your turn to clean it up! More so, it was your idea!" This is what I wake up to. I have no clue who's yelling and who it's directed at and frankly I don't care. I was having a damn good sleep.
I moan in disturbance and roll over to find comfort in Figgy's chest, except he's not there. What the hell? He's never up before me, unless of course he drank too much the night before. In that case I know to find him hugging the toilet. Yeah, he was one of those hangover types. How fun.
I look over at our alarm clock, with the broken alarm, and see that it's two in the afternoon. Shit, what the hell happened last night to keep me in bed 'til two? I know I had a few drinks but this was ridiculous.
Wanting an explanation I sit up and throw my legs over the side of the bed. I'm hit suddenly with a headache and wonder how much I drank exactly last night. I shake it off, pull on one of Figgy's black t-shirts and my own sweatpants and throw open the door. As I walk to the kitchen I think of maybe stopping in the bathroom to freshen up but don't really feel like seeing if I look as bad as I feel.
As I enter the kitchen I notice Oz, Clay and Aretha look at me and giggle. Maybe I should have stopped in the bathroom. I better not have any special drawings on my face, I'll seriously kick some ass…well tomorrow at least.
"And how are you feeling this morning?" Oz asks me in a mocking tone.
"I'm fine. Why?" I tell her, though my voice reveals something completely different.
"Jus wonderin. That's all." She smirks, going back to talking with Clay. I'm in no mood for any of their games so I head to the fridge for some water. I pass Figgy who's leaning against the counter and see him in my peripheral follow me with his eyes. Seriously, what the hell is going on?
"Morning." I grumble once I've grabbed my drink and am now standing next to him.
"Morning." He responds simply, putting his arm around me and kissing my hair. How sweet. Yuck.
"What's wrong?" I ask him curiously. He's never this quiet or restrained, and it's a little weird.
"Nothings wrong." Right, like I believe that. I study him and watch as he avoids eye contact with me. He glances at me I guess to see if I'm still looking at him and then quickly looks away, his eyes moving over the kitchen.
"Huh. You sure about that?" I ask in a condescending tone, hoping maybe he'll think I know something that apparently I don't and at least give me some sort of telling response.
"Pretty sure. Yeah." He shrugs, flashing me a smile, still with no eye contact. Well this is fun. Obviously I've done something. I pull myself up to sit on the counter beside him and try to remember last night.
"Just in, Globalsoft had to shut down it's fifth office today, leaving only it's head office still functioning. Due to the declining popularity of Computer Recorded Anodyne Pop, among other 'matter', Globalsoft has not only been losing mass amounts of money but also more then half of it's employee's." Burton read from his laptop. There was a loud chorus of cheers from everyone and it didn't take long for the booze to start flowing.
I laughed as Figgy struggled to carry a tray of drinks to the table he, Oz, Brit, Madonna and I had been occupying and the smile remained plastered on my face as we cheered to the good news. We all downed a shot of straight liquor before relishing our own drinks, mine being my treasured rum and coke. It wasn't too long before Figgy had jumped up onto our makeshift stage and began singing and only seconds after that I had found myself accompanying him with my guitar.
Okay. So far so good. Mental note to remember that song we played last night and write it down for future reference.
Further into the night had me sitting on Figgy's lap, still enjoying my rum and coke and laughing as I watched Brit concentrate so hard on our current game of caps. We had ganged up on him early in the game so now his aim was affected and he was hoarding all the caps. So one by one he aimed and missed as he tried to knock Oz's cap off her bottle.
I had been innocently enjoying my drink and entertainment when I felt Figgy, probably just as innocently, rub his hand on my leg as I laughed. This caused me to pull him into a heated kiss right then and there. I felt the world disappear from around us as his hands roamed my back and thigh and I gripped at his hair, our tongues battling for dominance. Soon he had picked me up and carried me back to our room.
He set me down on the bed and I stood up only to sway a bit before falling back onto the bed, giggling loudly at my own inebriated state. I had been drinking while sitting and this was my first attempt at standing once the drinking games started, and that's when I realized just how drunk I actually was.
Figgy was quick to join me on the bed, efficiently ending my giggles as he crawled on top of me. We were drunk and sloppy and probably really loud, but neither of us really cared.
So we got drunk, played some music, played some games, showed some PDA and had some drunken sex. I was failing to see the problem. I myself don't normally get that drunk, Figgy sometimes drinks enough for the both of us, but last night was a cause for celebration. Maybe that was it. Maybe he was mad that I drank so much. If that was it he could go to hell. I mean it's not like I never get drunk, and I mean he never had a problem with it before. I am so confused.
"You okay?" Figgy raised his eyebrow in question, having heard me sigh in frustration. At least he cares still.
"Yeah, that a problem?" I shoot back hoping again for a telling reaction.
"No…should it be?" He asked over his shoulder. Ugh this was annoying.
"None what so ever." I smirk then and hop off the counter. Clearly I'm not getting anything from him. Time for plan b. As much as I didn't want to have to go to her, I find myself walking over to Oz and Clay and sitting down in a chair.
"Someone's getting the cold shoulder." Clay points out, causing the three of us to look back over at Figgy. As soon as we look over he attempts to look interested in whatever Aretha was talking about, stealing a glace back at us before we turn around.
"Okay. What the hell happened last night? I clearly don't remember doing anything that would piss him off so. Lay it on me." I tell them tiredly.
"He's mad?" Oz asked with a raised eyebrow, indicating to me that something's not matching up.
"Well he's not, not mad. He's being weird." I sigh adding, "Well weirder then usual." Off their pointed looks.
"What do you remember from last night?" Clay asks me with growing interest, he was such a girl sometimes.
"I remember singing, drinking, playing caps, macking Figgy at the bar and then you know, doing the fandango..." I tell them in a hinting voice, I'm still not as exuberant as Oz when it comes to telling people about my sex life.
"That's it?" Oz asks with a smirk.
"Well yeah. I mean we obviously slept after that so other then waking up this morning that's all I got."
"Oh honey. You came back out." Clay informs me in a sympathetic tone.
"Huh?" I did what now?
"About an hour and a half after you and the dreamer there took off you came back out to join us. Drunk as can be with a huge grin on your face, some short shorts and one of his tee's. But you came back out to us."
"I didn't." I groan and try to remember what they were telling me. Nothing was coming to me very clearly. This is bad. "So what happened then?"
"Look who's come back to join us, nice hair Scaramouche." Aretha whistled as I practically skipped into the bar area.
"I'm not tired enough to sleep…Figgy however. Out like a light." I smirked as I took a seat among the remaining partiers.
"I'm sure he is. Atta girl!" Oz exclaimed proudly, passing a beer to me.
"So whad I miss?" I slurred happily, letting my body relax in the chair.
"Not a whole lot…we're bored so we've pulled out the old party games. You're sitting in for spin the bottle." Aretha informed me happily, to which both Clay and Brit rolled their eyes. Pop, Madonna, Oz and a few other bohemians, however, seemed to be enjoying the game.
"Seriously?" I asked skeptically.
"Hell yea, now spin the damn bottle." Oz rushed me.
"Oh no. I wouldn't want to take away from whoever's turn it was." I tried to bow out gracefully, not wanting to be put on the spot.
"Sweet mother of rock! My spin then!" Pop exclaimed excitedly, letting out a whistle when it landed on Oz to which I let out a giggle.
"Christ." Oz muttered before she leaned over to Pop who was conveniently sitting next to her and gave him a quick peck on his lips. She quickly took a big swig of her beer before spinning the bottle for her turn. I watched as the bottle came to a stop and all eyes turned to me.
"Oh for fuck's sake." I mumble watching as Oz smirked from across the table. "Well I'm not coming to you."
"Not a problem." Oz shrugged as she got from her chair and sauntered over to me. I knew she was doing this to get a rise out of the boys, she loved getting that attention. I apparently loved to play along.
"Okay. Wait. We played spin the bottle and we kissed? He wasn't even there to see it!" I whine, interrupting my recollection of the night with Oz filling me in on my missing parts.
"Keep going babe." She laughed.
Oz sat down in another chair and pulled herself in front of me, her legs basically straddling mine. I practically heard the guys lean in to watch and had to stop myself from giggling when I glanced over and saw their faces waiting in anticipation.
"Just go with me on this." I heard her whisper to me. I guess the guys had higher expectations for our kiss then I did because before I knew what was happening they were cheering and Oz was giving me quite the slow and sensual kiss. It felt kind of weird. It was a kiss, sure, but I wasn't feeling anything. Which I guess is a good thing considering it was Oz. As I felt her run her hand up my arm I heard someone scrape their chair on the floor and used it as an interruption. Pulling away, we heard the guys boo in objection and I had to laugh, and then I saw who had joined us, and he didn't look all that happy.
Apparently I turned to Oz then and nodded my head in his direction and together we sauntered over to him, me a little more sloppy then sexy, but I'm sure my point was still clear. I reached him and took a seat on his lap, not noticing the look he sent to Oz which caused her to back off and cuddle with Brit.
"I don't know what you two talked about. But it ended with you getting up and trying and failing to storm off. Which ended up with you tripping over yourself and Galileo carrying you back to bed, at little less exuberant this time round though. You passed out before he got out through the doors." Oz finished her version of the night.
"Shit." I grumbled, looking over to where Figgy was only to find him gone. "Did you happen to hear anything during our apparent argument?"
"Sorry, I got nothing. I just know that he looked frustrated with you and you went from happy drunk to annoyed drunk really fast." Clay told me sympathetically. Ah crap.
"A hangover and a make up. Greaat." I rub my eyes tiredly before standing up, swaying a little and I realize I'm probably still a little 'affected' by the amount of booze I apparently consumed last night.
"Goodluck girl." Clay encourages as I make my way out of the kitchen, and internally I hope I don't need it.
I decide to stop in the bathroom before I try to make up for whatever I did last night and brush my teeth. Looking in the mirror makes me feel worse and I wipe off some of the smeared make up and revel in the feeling of the cool water on my face. I'm able to tame my hair somewhat and after 3 minutes of looking at myself I give up.
I enter our room to find him lying on our bed in the dark, the light from the hallway falling conveniently on his face so I can see that his eyes are open and he's awake. I close the door quietly and fall beside him on the mattress.
"I think I drank wayy too much last night." I groan in hopes that maybe that'll help my case.
"Why do you say that?" He asks me, his voice void of emotion. Damn he's gotten really good at this blasé thing. Why did he have to pick these things up from me so easily?
"Because I can't remember half of the night." I admit quietly, playing with the hem of my shirt.
"Really?" Wait, is that actual curiosity I hear from him now?
"Yea, apparently my night didn't end when I thought it did."
"Which was…"
"When we came in here the first time." He makes a weird noise and scratches his head, but other then that he gives me no reaction. "Oz and Clay told me that I came back to the bar though."
"And?" I notice him turn his head to look at me.
"And I don't remember any of it…apparently you came back too."
"Yea when I woke up and found you gone. Imagine my surprise when I find you and you're making out with Oz."
"You know most guys would love that." I tease and look at him, he doesn't find the humour in it though and I realize he's actually hurt. "Oh c'mon, I was plastered, we were playing a game and Oz was having fun with the guys…it's not like I liked it."
"You didn't?" He sounds genuinely surprised to hear that.
"No! Figgy, contrary to what the teen queens thought, I'm not into girls. And considering I'm with you, I would think you kind of got that." I tell him, not being able to stop my voice from rising.
"I do get it." He admits and looks back up at the ceiling.
"Well then?"
"All I knew was that you had left me in bed and I found you kissing someone else."
"Oz…Don't you think that if I really wanted her I wouldn't be randomly kissing her in front of all the drunken pervs we live with?"
"Well no, I guess not…"
"Okay. Good, glad we cleared that up then." I sigh, and I know I should leave it there, but the fighter in me can't let it go. "Thanks for thinking me a slut though."
"What?" I can hear in his voice that I just confused the hell out of him. I knew he was expecting me to succumb to my hangover and cuddle with him until I fell asleep, but right now I'm tired and bitchy, a lethal combination.
"Nice to know what you think of me, that I just go around hooking up with people." I tell him, now sitting up in the bed, facing him with my legs crossed.
"I don't think that." He sighs as he follows me and sits up, leaning against the wall, knowing that we have the potential for another round.
"You just got pissed at me for joking around with Oz, while drunk."
"I don't think you're a slut Scaramouche. I never thought that." He explains tiredly but sincerely. I can tell he already regrets being mad about any of this in the first place, he knows now it was stupid, and at this point I can accept his apology or continue to fight.
"Swear?" I've decided to take the high road and just let it go. I'm pretty proud of myself quite honestly.
"I swear Scaramouche. I love you." He promises and leans over to give me a reassuring kiss. "Now can we lie down and sleep off this hangover?"
"You're hungover? Babe you don't even know what I'm feeling like right now." I whine, letting him pull me into his chest as we both lie in the middle of our bed.
"You're not going to be sick are you?" I can just about hear his face screw up in disgust as his grip loosens around me.
"No, I'm not you." I grumble into his chest enjoying the warmth and comfort I've always found there.
"Well you did drink a lot last night."
'Trust me. I know…well kind of." I feel his chest vibrate as he laughs at me and I realize I wouldn't want to be any other place in this moment. "Shut up and go to sleep."
"Just promise you won't leave me this time." His voice is muffled by my hair and his breath feels warm on my scalp.
"Deal." I look up and seal it with a chaste kiss then snuggle back into his chest. He tightens his arms around me and within 5 minutes we're both passed out in a much needed sleep. After all we need to be well rested and happy for the party that's sure to happen later tonight.