<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Still sitting behind the man he put his hands on his hips as he watched him down the tiny bottle, then another. Freddie let out a laugh, “I should of brought more over if I knew you were going to down two at once.” Resting his chin against his back he whispered listening to his regrets when he spoke of life. “Work is work, life is life. When I am on stage I am not the same person I am in private. I am outgoing and outrageous but that is what the people want. In private I am shy and laid back. Yes I was known to throw a party or two but with enough alcohol in ones system who doesn't open up like the little flower right?” Freddie picked up one of the bottles in his fingers opening it up he took a drink downing the contents and putting the empty bottles along the night stand.<br/>
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“You don't think your dead?” As the singer had stated before, he had a sinking feeling that the other was not in fact dead. If he wasn't dead then what was he doing there? There had to be a reason, maybe the afterlife caused one to lose their memory? He could still see confusion or worry in his face, but he wasn't sure what yet. “If your not dead then what? You go on to another mission?” Always things were to good to be true? The thought of leaving his promiscuous life behind was easier said then done and yet he fell into his old habits. This was the perfect example, a beautiful man walks into a hotel and Freddie spent an evening with him. Would he ever learn? No, sex was like an addiction to him, only now in the afterlife it didn't have consequence like before. So there goes another knotch on the belt so to speak. Was he upset about it? No he tried not to think about it, if the other was not going to stay then so be it. Freddie would not show his sorrow, but there was sorrow.<br/>
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Leaning into him he ran his hands from his hips to his chest holding him to his body. The comfort was real, the warmth was not something he was willing to let go. Then the man spoke holding a finger to Freddie’s lips, he grinned thinking it was a game but heard the man speak a demand. Getting off the bed he garbed the hotel robe and slide it on to his slender frame his arms crossing a moment as he stood back letting the man inspect the sound. Freddie's ears perked up, no he knew that sound.<br/>
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Following the man he spoke quickly. “I know what it is! Yes yes open the door!!!” when the door opened he clapped his hands and got on his hands and knees seeing the two cats enter.  <br/>
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Scooping them up as he sat on the floor he placed them in his lap, his fingers running over their smooth coats. “Look at my babies, so young and healthy. Just like when you kittens. Yes? Of course, you died I remembered when you died. Yes come to daddy.” Freddie had so many cats in his life time, these two were his favorites. There were others he loved dearly but they were still alive living with Mary and his x lover Jim. Maybe some day when they died he would see them again. Till then he had these two little beauties. “Daddy is so happy to see you. Oh my little ones. Did you miss me? You did? Yes.” Placing kisses on their little heads he picked them up and placed them on the bed.  <br/>
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Holding up one he showed the man. “This is Ziggy. He is so friendly, trust me.” He placed the cat in front of the other as he picked up the other one kissing it's little head. “This is Whiskers, see his long whiskers.” Putting the cat down he sighed a little. “This place is no nightmare, it's place is perfect. I have a beautiful room, a piano… two of my favorite babies. I have a hard time believing this place is hell? Nothing is wrong, it's perfect here.” <br/>
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Letting the cats settle he got to his feet walking to his large suite case and flogging it open looking for a few items. Freddie let his robe fall to the floor, his naked forum by the window as he started to dress slowly. His eyes darting back to the man so often. “Lets explore the hotel, come on. Bring your sword thingies, it makes you look like a bad ass.” Squeezing himself into his tight pants he shifted through a few shirts till he found one to his liking as he let out an exhausted breath. “I need to hang everything up sooner or later… this is a mess. My clothes are to fetching to be in this damn little bag for to long.”</span>