The bar you basically ran was in a popular destination for B-Lister celebrities, sure, but you never expected a band like Queen to walk in one day, singing and dancing like it was their very own stage.

“Hello boys, what can I get you?”

You greeted over the loud music, and the booming voice of Freddy Mercury who was standing on the table, singing into the crowd.

As your eyes skimmed, you made eye contact with the guitarist for just a second longer than the rest, but moved on anyways. No hope getting hung up, though you did catch the blonde whisper to the bassist about something.

“Jesus, Freddy, get down-“ Brian coughed and tugged at Freddy’s pant leg, urging him to show some respect.

Throughout the rest of the chaotic shift, you were surprised Queen had stayed put, as a group no less. They all seemed to be getting drunker by the hour… except for Mr. Brian May. Who had been staring back at you nearly all night now.

You had to go visit again.

“Round… thirteen, anyone?” You smiled once more, holding up a small pen and notepad, earning a grunt and a groan from the blonde.

“I think they’re good, but…”

Brian spoke for the group, then stood up and stepped over their drooped bodies, to get face to face with you.

“I’d like to buy you a round, if your shift ends soon? We could even dance.”