Amelia's P.O.V.

As the night progressed, the more and more out of control things started to get. By this point, Roger and I were both pretty tanked up and for the record - I did manage to withstand more shots than him. He was almost on the floor by his third, while I was still going strong even at my fifth. Then again, he'd been drinking much more than me before this ridiculous challenge had begun, so it must have finally caught up with him. Downing my sixth shot, I put the empty glass back down on the table and looked at Roger who was sunk down in his seat. A feeling of superiority came over me.

'Now look who can't handle their drink!' I said, proud of myself for beating him at his own game, and reached out my hand, 'That'll be a tenner, thank you.'

'We weren't placing bets!' Roger slurred, as he tried to sit up straight again.

I looked at him and smirked, although annoyed I'd been caught out, 'Damn, you're not as plastered as I thought.'

The two of us sat there for a moment in silence, while I scanned around the room. Roger propped up his head with his arm on the table whilst it was my turn to slump down in my chair. At one point, I thought Roger had actually fallen asleep, but he soon spoke up again.

'Can I ask you something?' he said, a hint of childishness in his voice. I chuckled lightly.

'You can ask me whatever you want, darling.' I told him, my mouth running away with me.

He smiled cheekily at me before trying to find whatever words he could get together to make a sentence, 'W-would you mind if I gave you a nickname? 'Amelia' is really long.'

My faced squinted at his question, 'As long as it's not something vulgar.'

Roger burst into a fit of giggles, 'No, nothing rude. I was thinking something like... Lee. You know, like Ah-me-lee-a. Get it? Ah-me-LEE- a. It's quite clever, isn't it?'

'If you think you're being original, I hate to burst your bubble but I've already been given that nickname.' I informed him.

'Well, what else would you want to be called, then, Hot Stuff?'

'Oi, watch it.' I kicked Roger's leg underneath the table as the two of us laughed like idiots, 'Lee will do fine.'

'Lee it is then!' Roger exclaimed.

As I sat there only working on half a brain while Roger mumbled away to himself about absolute nonsense, I glanced up at the clock above the bar. It was almost midnight. I figured it was probably time to head back to the farm so I started composing myself as I knew we still had the walk back to tackle.

'C'mon, Roger. I think it's time we got ourselves home, don't you?' I asked, putting our empty glasses in a tidy manner on the table before getting up from my seat, swinging the strap of my handbag over my shoulder.

Roger looked up at me and replied with a simple nod as he pushed himself up off his chair. Slightly wobbling as he got to his feet, I quickly steadied him before he toppled over and managed to steer him towards the front door. As we stepped out onto the street, the evening air hit me like a wave - it wasn't freezing but the temperature had definitely dropped since earlier. Having said that, it would be cold compared to the stuffy atmosphere of the pub. Anyway, I was all set to start walking when I heard Roger murmur;

'I need a cigarette.'

He started fumbling around in his pockets for his packet of cigarettes and a lighter until he found what he was looking for. He popped one of the cigarettes between his lips before attempting to light it - this was easier said than done. I wasn't sure if his lighter was broken or if the amount of alcohol he'd consumed had rendered him unable to work one, but either way; he was struggling.

He faffed about with it for so long I was starting to get rather impatient, 'Oh for god's sake, give it here!' I exclaimed, holding back laughter, as I took the lighter from his hands and lit his cigarette for him. Roger just stood there giggling like a little schoolgirl.

'Much obliged.' he beamed whilst I rolled my eyes, before the two of us carried on down the street and headed along the road towards the farm.

By the time we'd walked maybe quarter of a mile there, I realised that getting a taxi would have been a much more sensible decision as the journey home turned out to be just as eventful as being at the pub. Roger and I staggered along the single track road side by side; the sun below the horizon but bright enough to illuminate our way and allow us to see where we were going. Out of the two of us, I was definitely the most poised, as Roger could no longer be trusted to even walk on his own after almost falling in the ditch - several times. This meant that I had to support both him and myself, which was difficult as I wasn't much better than him. We continued on down the road, linking arms to keep each other upright as we laughed about anything and everything, which included sharing stories of past experiences.

It was currently Roger's turn and he was telling me about an encounter he had in America which was so close to the grain I can't even repeat it. I knew he was only telling me this because he was hammered meaning he wasn't in much control of his words, but I was in hysterics and had to stop for a moment to regain composure.

' - And then the next thing I knew, I was on top of...'

'Okay, okay!' I breathed heavily, doubling over, 'I can imagine what happened next, you don't need to tell me!'

'It's a good story, though.' Roger whined, annoyed he didn't get to finish.

I just shook my head and continued to giggle uncontrollably as we carried on walking further along the road. At one point, the two of us went quiet as we were tired from our laughing fits. However, not long after, Roger burst out into song without warning, catching me off guard.

'Almost heaven, West Virginia. Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River,' he sang, out of tune due to his drunken state.

'Life is old there, older than the trees. Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze.' I continued the next line, deciding to join in.

The two of us then sang in unison, 'Country roads, take me home to the place I belong. West Virginia, mountain mamma, take me home, country roads!'

'Wait, we're not in West Virginia.' Roger pointed out, puzzled.

'Glad to know your geography skills are up to scratch.' I smirked, not being able to resist making a sarcastic comment.

After pretty much singing John Denver's entire discography, we finally made it back to the farm in one piece; an hour later than planned. It was now pitch black outside as we walked up to the front door, the glow of the moon now in the sky the only thing allowing us to see. Unlocking the door and placing my hand on the handle, I turned to face Roger before opening it.

'Everyone will be asleep by now so we need to be quiet. Not a sound. Alright?' I warned him.

He held up his hands defensively, 'Quiet as a mouse. I gotcha.'

I nodded, satisfied with his answer and stepped inside. Knowing that turning lights on would only increase the chance of waking up the entire household, we entered the darkness of the front lobby, closing the door behind us. Luckily, I'd lived here long enough to know where every doorway, step, table or any other obstacle in the house may be, so manoeuvring around without crashing into anything wouldn't be too difficult. I could faintly distinguish where Roger was in the dark, so I beckoned him to follow me as we slowly made our way forward. We'd managed to remain fairly stealthy for the most part; that was until we got to the staircase. Slowly ascending the steps, they creaked beneath our feet as we climbed, creating the only noise that could be heard.

Everything was going well as we inched closer and closer to the landing, but things soon went pear-shaped when I heard a massive clatter from behind me. I spun around frantically to see Roger on his hands and knees, trying to pull himself up using the handrail.

'Sorry, I fell.' he whispered, also slightly startled.

'I can see that.' I replied, going down a few steps to help him up. He got back on his feet again as we eventually made it to the top of the stairs.

We shuffled along the main corridor of the upper floor, Roger bouncing off each of the walls as he obviously wasn't able to walk in a straight line anymore. I guided him to the end of the house where his and the rest of the band's rooms were. We stopped just a few meters away from the door to his and Brian's room as Roger turned to face me.

'I guess this is where we part ways.' I said, quietly.

Roger nodded, his eyes looking heavy and tired, 'I suppose it is.'

Not really sure what to say, I stood there fiddling with the rings on my fingers, 'I had fun tonight, Roger. Thank you for showing me a good time. Even if I probably won't remember half of it in the morning.'

Roger chuckled, 'You're welcome. I probably won't remember any of it either, so you won't be the only one.'

'Yeah, I'm not looking forward to the killer hangover I'll be experiencing when I wake up.' I laughed, 'I'd better head off to bed too. Good night, Roger.'

'Good night, Lee.' he emphasised my given name, making me smile. As I was about to walk back to my room, Roger took me completely by surprise by leaning forward quickly, and trying to plant his lips on mine. However, I was too fast for him and stopped him in his tracks by placing my fingers on his lips and pushing him back slightly.

'Nice try.' I said as Roger looked at me both surprised and slightly disappointed. I then leaned forward and whispered in his ear, 'But you're gonna have to get to know me a hell of a lot better before you recieve a kiss from me.'

I patted his cheek sweetly before beginning to walk back down the corridor, giving him a little wave as I did. Roger stood there with a smirk on his face, waved back, and then headed in the direction of his room. I watched him carefully as he staggered towards the door, making sure he got to his room safe and sound. It was a good thing I did as he was about to walk into Freddie and John's room, mistaking it for his own.

'Psst!' I got his attention, 'Wrong room.'

Roger nodded in reply, giving me a thumbs up, before going into the one next to it. I shook my head and laughed to myself as I made my way back to my own room. Once I'd reached it, I opened and closed the door behind me, sighing tiredly. Flicking on the lamp by my bed, I changed out of my clothes and into a pair of shorts and a tank top. I slipped under the duvet and lay awake for a couple minutes, thinking about how great tonight had been. Roger's attempt to kiss me was playing in my mind, though - not that he actually meant it or would have any recollection of it in the morning.

And I, myself, probably wouldn't either.

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