<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">“You missed the movie. That drivel was my life… yes it was up but you could of sat through a little of it.” Freddie said watching the man who was drunk now, he could say he wasn't all he wanted but he was drunk. Freddie could smell it, “Oh dear me… you have been drinking a LOT did you empty my mini bar? Well that is rude. What will I have for a night cap later? Sebbie, your drunk... where are you going?” He rolled his eyes playfully at the man not able to be angry at him. <br/>
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The singer was a little shocked as he given the sword, the heave thing weight down against the table as Freddie inched it a little away from him. “No one can lift this thing Sebbie, who is going to steal it? Any of you want it?” Joke the rock star. “See baby no one is brave enough to steal it, but I will protect it. If you don't come back I will use it to take over the hotel.” He pout his slender fingers around the base of the sword with a smirk on his face as he gently glided them up and down the handle. “Yep I will take good care of your SWORD,  your sword and me are real friends now.” Teased the little man. The man was confused, was this a fashion show or a song? He said he was a warrior but he moved on the stage like a rock star and Freddie was impressed by his gracefulness. He clapped his hands cheering him on. “Yea take it all off!!!! Strip show? Yes!!!” When the lights when down and the spot light when up he stopped clapping and listens waiting for his lover to sing. "Singing and stripping, yes. I love it already darling." <br/>
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It was more then music, it was more then a song. It was a work of art in the making &amp; Freddie was surprised he didn't know the other had it in him. His movement, the way he touched himself. The singer wiggled in his chair a little biting his bottom lip with his big teeth struggling to keep his thoughts to himself as he licked at his lips once or twice. Fanning himself a moment after the other rolled his hips on stage he looked to the bar tender. “I need a drink… dear me please.” He might of lost his mind when the other started to craw across the stage as he blinked his eyes a few times, placing his hand to his own lips holding his words back. The performance was erotic and exciting, he didn't even want to finish eating No he had other activities in his mind now.  <br/>
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Getting up a once when the man motioned him to he came to the edge of the stage looking through his pockets for cash. Finding a few bigger bills he tossed them to the stage mostly being funny. What wood the man do with money? It's not like he needed it right? Did they have cash where he was from? Freddie took the item from the man's hand, maybe he shouldn't of drank the item but he did. No one said Freddie was smart when he as drunk.  <br/>
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When the event was over the singer stood there clapping almost knocking the sword over as he returned to the table but catching it with a hand. It was really heavy, but he manged to lean it back on the table with ease. “Who the hell can follow that?” Freddie teased as the man sat down next to him. “No one can top that, I can't top that.” Leaning over and kissing his cheek he whispered in his ear. “Maybe I can get another show? Upstairs? That is once they refill my mini bar you horrid drunk man.” He teased as he slapped his arm playfully. “Prince… who is going to sing Prince? Bar tender you sing prince.. sing we are still waiting to hear you sing. Do it!!!” Freddie egged the man on once more as he placed a hand on his lovers leg. “What did you give me to drink darling? Hope it wasn't to strong right?” Freddie looked to the others. “Did you see that? Am I the only one with a woodie? Tell you guys saw that? Very impressive Sebbie… I still want a private show later.” Freddie said with a grin. “Don't make me beg baby.” </span>