A/N: I decided yesterday that I wanted to look into some of the lesser examined canon Bohemians. For the record, I personally hate this. (:
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Bob scratched at his dreadlocked hair with his short bitten fingernails and slumped down in his seat, his elbows propped on the table in front of him and his head resting in his calloused palms. The pint glass in front of him was empty, all but for half an inch of white foam, the remains of the lager that he'd drank almost half an hour ago.

From where he sat, he could see the entire bar, not that there was an awful lot worth watching today. Prince sat on his own building a consistently failing playing card tower, grunting every time it fell to the floor but persisting in picking up the cards and beginning again.

Charlotte and Madonna were together at the bar, Charlotte perched on the wooden countertop and Madonna stood between her open legs, both exchanging giggles and flirtatious smiles. Bob narrowed his eyes as he watched them. A pang of anger flitting across him as Madonna leant in towards Charlotte and placed a loving kiss on her pouted lips.

Bob gave a low growl and stood up, breaking the silence and making the two girls jump. Charlotte met his gaze, her face contorting into confusion as she noticed his deep set scowl. "What's up Bob?" she smiled across at him and hopped down from the bar, "Want me to get you another drink?"

"Nothing," Bob grumbled, sliding his empty glass onto the bar, "And yes, that's your job, isn't it?" he sneered at her.

Charlotte made to correct him but Madonna put her hand up to stop her. "Go and sit back down Bob, I'll bring it over to you."

Bob trudged back from his seat, flipping the lid on his packet of cigarettes and thrusting one into his mouth, igniting it with a frown and drawing back hard on it. He looked up with a creased brow as Madonna approached him, slopping his lager as she pushed it onto the table and taking a seat without invitation.

"That'll kill you." She pointed out, wrinkling her nose at the tobacco fumes.

"Holy crap! Why did nobody tell me this before? Thanks to you I can finally see the error of my ways." Bob drawled back at her in a monotone voice. "Funny enough though, I'm still going to take the risk." He drew a particularly long intake of the cigarette and gave a satisfied smirk as he exhaled it.

"I know what this is about." Madonna informed him. "And you're wasting your energy."

"By smoking?" Bob raised an uncaring eyebrow.

"No, by fawning over Charlotte."

"I do not fawn over Charlotte." Bob shifted his weight awkwardly. "In fact I'm pretty sure I just told her off for not doing her job properly."

"That isn't her job you arse and you know it!" Madonna scowled, "And besides, you're overcompensating. I'm not stupid Bob, I've been around here long enough to see when someone is doting on someone else."

Charlotte titled her head to the side as she watched the two from behind the bar.

"Smile." Madonna muttered through gritted teeth.

"What?"

"Smile so that Charlotte doesn't know what we're talking about." They both cracked into an impossibly wide fake smile, Madonna adding in a small laugh for effect. "Now stop being an idiot and realise you're wasting your time with her."

"Why, because she's yours?" Bob chided at her, slurping from his dirty glass. "Jealous that I might actually have a chance with her?" he wiped his arm across his top lip, removing the residue that the head of the beer had left behind.

Madonna stared blankly at Bob for a few moments, suppressing a giggle. "You really don't know anything about her do you?"

Bob held his tongue, his eyes protruding slightly from their sockets at the very thought of it. It was Madonna who knew nothing about Charlotte, not him. He'd watched her for months. He knew just from the way she smiled what was on her mind, he always knew just because she dragged her feet that little bit more than usual that she was feeling low. He could recite from memory that first thing in the morning she drank coffee, during the day she liked to indulge on rum and coke, in the evening she glugged rosé wine and just before bed she'd have a sweet cup of tea. All she had to do was tie her hair back and he knew that she was frustrated, or sing her favourite song under her breath and he could tell that she was content.

"You don't know shit." Bob spat, igniting another cigarette and forcing a wide smile across at his lust's girlfriend.

"I know that she likes girls, Bob." Madonna pointed out smugly, "You might have long hair but she wouldn't look at you twice in that way, regardless of whether I were on the scene or not."

Bob opened his mouth to speak but found himself with nothing to say. He closed it firmly and pressed his lips tightly together. Madonna watched carefully.

"You know I'm right." Her voice softened, "Don't put yourself through it, Bob. It's not worth it." She gave him a sympathetic smile and stood up, bidding farewell to Charlotte who was now sat with Prince, watching him in amazement as once again he built up his pyramid.

Bob stumbled over to them and stared down at the wobbling tower.

"Bob! You could help us." Charlotte exclaimed smiling up at him. "You know all sorts about this kind of thing."

Bob glared down at her, "Haven't you got glasses to be cleaning?" he watched Charlotte's face fall into bemusement.

"Is everything okay?" Charlotte asked him carefully.

"Just…" Bob thrust his hand through the cards and felt a satisfaction as they fell to the floor. "Fuck off Charlotte." He stormed from the bar, his stomach lurching with guilt as he left the crestfallen girl looking to Prince for answers.