A lesson from THE Freddie Mercury? She’d be daft to let an opportunity like that one slip by her. “I’ll definitely see you to that then. The coffee will be on me.” She have him a genuine smile, feeling somewhat anxious, but excited.<br/><br/>She took a seat on a nearby stool, watching him quietly flip through the songbook. When the realization hit him, she felt a few her heartstrings tug in her chest. Nobody ever felt good about learning of that news. Goodness knows she and her sister were in a severe state of shock after they learned that their car had crashed on their way home from a family reunion. It took both their minds to piece together what had happened, to recall how they themselves showed up in the consistently dark city lit up only by artificial lights of street lamps and buildings. It took some getting used to, but they found a home and a purpose here. “I’m sorry that you had to find out this way. We’ve all been what you’re going through.” She started, her voice soft and filled with empathy. “All of us have gone from our worlds in much the same way before ending up here.<br/><br/>“Well, almost all of us anyway. One of the gentleman that broke my stool,” she continued, pointing to the pieces of wood sticking up from the garbage can in the corner, “was part of another universe entirely. He came from a space-faring species, one of a very few who got word of this place and managed to find it. Only problem is, now that he’s here, there’s no leaving. He might not have died to come here, but the story he’d heard of this place in his universe certainly did when he arrived.” She shook her head and sighed. It was both a blessing and a curse to be here. A blessing, in that there was no death and no time to progress. Which means, the very fountain of youth that many would have killed to find, was right here. The curse was that it was a one way ticket. Everything and everybody you’d ever loved were left behind.<br/><br/>Nalia shook her head as the thoughts continued to buzz through her mind, trying to shake away all the negative feelings. She had to remind herself that there was no reason to mope. So, she and her sister would never see their family again. That sucked, but they still had each other. And with all the time in the world at their disposal, new friends and family were almost guaranteed with the amount of faces they’d see and meet each day. Love, friendship, family, joy and sadness, new faces and old, there were some things that simply don’t change no matter where, or when, you were. Confusion was also an unchanging occurrence, it seemed, as Nalia lifted an eyebrow at him tilted her head, “Mean girl?” She repeated his words. She couldn’t recall acting mean, and it was true that she was a fan.<br/><br/>That’s when her sister flitted through her mind. Lydia never was one for keeping her cool around people she liked. Now she was certain that the blonde had spoken with him first if he had been expecting a similar reaction out of the brunette. Was his ego that fragile that he needed everybody who knew of him to fawn over him? Or did she really portray herself as somebody who was indifferent to people? Well, if he wanted something more obvious, she’d make sure to do just that.<br/><br/>“Oh! Yes of course, there is plenty more! Here.” She stood up and rushed over, a complete change in the way she presented herself. She reached out and gently grabbed his hand that held the book, pulling him and it over towards the counter where she guided him to look down over while she flipped through the pages. “There are things far more recent Mr. Mercury,” she made sure to say his name with gushing admiration, turning the dial up on her vocal ‘talents’ gained since coming to this dimension. She scooted herself closer to him, standing only inches from him in her tight leather pants, knee high black boots, and fitted crimson crop top with three quarter sleeves. The smell of perfume more than noticeable as she moved her fingers about the pages and flipping through them, pointing out people of notoriety in more recent times. “Beyoncé is an excellent choice, many of her fans calling her the Queen Bey with her messages of female empowerment and powerful vocals. Over here is Lady Gaga, who is far more progressive in her lyrical musings, shining a brighter and self-loving light on the LGBTQ+ community. And, spoiler alert, her name is based off one your songs, Radio Gaga. There’s also...” as Nalia continued pointing out other influential artists of the time when she and her sister left Earth, she would stroke his ego, and maybe his arm a bit, each time a bit more. “So you see, while the four piece band isn’t quite as predominant anymore, the messages still ring, and while not all of it has been influenced, much more than people realize is because of you. If you’d like, Mr. Mercury, I could give you a private performance of one of these songs? I promise, my mouth works a lot better than my fingers. Whoops!” Nalia brought a hand up to her mouth and feigned an embarrassed laugh, “I meant that I could sing better than I can play piano.”<br/><br/>She knew she was laying it on thick, but he wanted nicer, so she’d give it to him. He wanted fawning, she gave him more than that. And with her voice invoking desire in its listener, it didn’t matter if that desire was directed towards her or not. She knew he was a terrible flirt of both sexes. He was the bisexual icon of the century and the next. So she could only wonder if his escapades with both genders were true, or if they were just a front, now was a time to find out. And why not have a little bit of fun with it while she was at it?<br/><br/>(<a class="username" data-user-id="4601" data-username="@PhoenixFaery" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4601/">@PhoenixFaery</a>THAT IS<i>NOT</i>FAIR! HOW DARE YOU?! WHY MUST YOU TEASE ME?!?!?!?)