<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">He had a memory jog and decided to NOT tell the singer? Freddie chewed his food slowly putting up his hand a moment, just to signal that he needed a little more time to chew. His signature teeth sometimes made it hard to chew at times. Freddie listen to the man speak of not spoiling why he was there. Big sword, lots of muscles and a touch exterior. Well he had to be here to harm someone, right? It only made sense? What more could he be there for? Spoil? Spoil a killing spare maybe? “Part of me wants to think your hear to harm someone, then the part of me that knows you a little deeper in this short time doesn't want to think that? Is that wrong of me love? To think or hope that your not hear to harm someone? We all know you may be?”  <br/>
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Egging the bartender on again. “SING! SING!!!” Freddie always welcomed company, he enjoyed meeting new people. Back on earth he had tons of friends, most of whom he spoiled till his last breath.  <br/>
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As his eyes darting over the small crowd he pointed out a few things. “It doesn't bother you that all of them are dead but you darling? I am dead.” Freddie reminded him with a frown on his face, it did put a damper on things. “Ever so dead, I suffered and died and ended up here. This is clearly not heaven or hell. I am slowly starting to realize it… it is a small vacation spot before you go to the place your meant to.” Now that must have been the alcohol speaking. Clearly he had been drinking a little to much but he was just buzzed, not yet lost in an alcoholic daze, almost. “I'm going to hell… yes. I was every so bad.” He laughed when it hit him, but not in a regretful way. “I was a sinner and it was fun… being good is not fun. It's dull to be good. You only live once, so why not do it right?”  <br/>
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Freddie got up and picked up his shot glass in his fingers. As he step up on to the table using the shoulder of the great strong man to help him up he raised his shot glass for the whole bar to hear. “CHEERS TO ALL THE DEAD FUCKERS IN THIS ROOM! MAY WE ALL FIND OUR FOREVER EVER HOME! I hope to see some of you little demons in hell. I do.” The rock star downed the shot and looked down to the other with a grin. “You to Sebbie… your not dead, but cheers to you to.” Freddie slowly got down almost falling but catching himself a moment as he stepped down standing near the table picking up one of the small cut up peaces of meat and feeding it to the other. “As long as your mission has nothing to do with me, you keep your secrets. I will not push you tell me anything that is dreadful. If it is about me… I am going to be very angry that you did NOT tell me the moment you remembered. Let me tell you when I get a little angry I am a little spitfire darling.” Wiggling his fingers to his eyes. “I get a little fire in my eyes, my nose flares…. I sharpen my claws and I get dangerous.” Freddie warned him.  </span>