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[70] Brian May Imagine - The Guinea Pigs 11

He looked at the glass before his eyes found you. He seemed to think for a moment before he got up without another word and disappeared into the kitchen. That left you a bit uneasy, not sure if maybe you had upset him. That definitely hadn't been the intention. You were tempted to follow him, but before you could make up your mind whether you really should he had already appeared in your field of view again. And he was carrying two glasses which worried you a little. What did he have planned?

"Here, hold this," he instructed you when he reached you and handed you both glasses so he could sit down. That gave you the chance to examine the glasses, which both seemed to be filled mainly with orange juice. "Here's what we're going to do. Orange juice and Freddie's mix, that will hopefully be drinkable."

You had to admit that was a smart idea. "Alright," you agreed. "As long as I don't have to drink the stuff pure I'm fine."

"I don't want that either, believe me. Who knows what Freddie put in there."

"Wait weren't you the one who said it's 'nothing bad', and that I just can't handle anything?" You couldn't help but ask that, not after he had put on such a 'good' act before that had clearly convinced all of you.

"Uhm.." Brian hesitated for a moment and glanced at you with a sheepish smile before he poured some of the alcohol into both orange juice glasses. "I... I might have. But just because everyone was looking at me and I didn't want them to think I can't take anything," he said quietly, looking around as if to make sure no one was listening.

"I know," you told him amused. "It wasn't hard to tell that you weren't really enjoying that drink."

"Well.. Yeah, I wasn't really. How could anyone enjoy that? It was pretty bad. Very strong." He placed the glass with Freddie's mix on the shelf again and took one of the orange juice glasses. "Hopefully this is better."

"Hopefully, yes. Hopefully Freddie also won't come up with another one of his wonderful games.. I can't believe we did that actually."

"It was fun though, wasn't it?" He asked with a mischievous smirk.

"Of course you think that... I don't know a man who wouldn't enjoy kissing a bunch of girls, no strings attached." You couldn't help but roll your eyes a little. It really bothered you to think of Brian kissing other girls.

"You should be happy Freddie didn't want to play Guess the Penis," Brian pointed out dryly. "It wouldn't be that surprising if he had suggested that."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Yeah, especially with him playing that game... I'm sure you wouldn't enjoy to guess penisses."

"Oh no, no not at all." He wrinkled his nose and shook his head.

"Yes, neither would I. Kissing a bunch of guys is bad enough but anything more is not how I like to spend my time."

"Would you be able to guess me though?" He questioned, looking at you thoughtfully.

You looked at him surprised, a little unsure what to think of that question. "Brian, I really don't want to get into that. It's not like I'm that well acquainted with your ... penis..." You should your head. "Can we please talk about something else?"

"Sure," Brian said amused. "You didn't seem like such prude to me on Friday you know?" He teased.

"I'm not a prude, I'm simply... I don't want to discuss your private parts in detail in front of everyone else," you pointed out, thinking that should be obvious.

"We can just do that later when we're alone, don't worry," he said cheekily.

"Sure, sure, whatever," you sighed, giving up to turn the conversation back to an acceptable topic. Only alcohol could help you now. Brian had poured quite a big amount of Freddie's mix into your orange juice, so you lifted the glass and took a big sip, trying to drown the mental images you had of the game Brian had suggested in alcohol.