Roger’s vision may not have been the greatest, especially when he was constantly instructed to wear glasses and the drummer adamantly refused because it would affect his appearance, he could tell that she seemed rather surprised to his taste in decorating his apartment but decided to simply mention it later, keeping quiet as he nodded in response to her order and busied himself in fixing her a drink. With his back turned to her, he focused on the craft of a perfect drink, measuring through a shot glass and adding ice delicately to give her a good beginning to her night and for himself would carelessly throw in some ice and a substantial amount of whiskey for he was not keen on losing his buzz any time soon.
Her remark was what caught his attention, his brows lifting over heavily lidded eyes that never strayed too far from her features while he handed her the beverage she had requested, clinking the glass with his own. “Cheers,” he stated before downing half of the glass as though he were taking a shot at a university backyard party, then continued with a satisfied sigh. “Yeah? It’s not extravagant like Fred’s but that’s how I like it. Plan to get a house some day, just not until I get someone to share it with.” he ran his tongue over his lips, tasting the burning flavour of whiskey residue with the eased buzz resettling into his system. “You live in London? I wasn’t really expecting that given your accent. Sort of expecting you to be back in the states but maybe that just makes things more exciting.” he said the latter words in jest then took another sip from his glass. “So, lovey, besides what you told me before, is there anything else you’d like me to do for you? I really don’t mind if you want to be in charge. It’s a bit of a turn on of mine.” the mischievous grin returned, as strong as ever as he leered over her pensive expression.
The journalist had noticed out of the corner of her eye the way he had made the drinks in two different fashions which she found to be a bit humorous to her . Grasping onto the glass and after the clink and a sip she just held the glass and went to go and sit down on the couch . Crossing one leg over the other . A chuckle at his mention of her accent . “ Ah , so you’ve noticed . “ Her words were more jovial and obvious . “ I didn’t grow up in London . My father was in a band before I was born and my mother was a model and they hooked up and had me . She lives in Los Angeles and well , he lives here but he would fly over for important events when I was growing up so I could have a halfway decent childhood . Though I never told my father , my mother would leave me alone most of the time so I had to fend for myself . I wouldn’t start coming to London until I was around ten and back and forth I went . “ Basically laying out a piece of her life , taking another sip of the drink and then setting it down . “ It’s boring , but I am American I was born there and grew up there . “ It was more or less complicated . Though few she knew got the full story . Her dark eyes panned over to him for a few more minutes . “ Oh ? Well , now that’s a surprise I must say … “ Speaking of his last statement made to her . Mills could honestly say she’d never been put in this position before , but it had always struck her curiosity as to how to really go about being one that demanded things . “ I can honestly say , I’ve never been in charge before … “ Admitting to him but then a smirk crawled across her lips as she looked him dead in the eyes . “ So , this is going to be a bit of fun then I guess . “ A nonchalant tone to her voice . Taking another sip of the drink . “ You should go ahead and take off your clothes then . “
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