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Like nothing ever happened
By : fundamellie
Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Robbie Williams
Views: 1076 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Robbie Williams. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
The night was already late and we still sat at the bar in the Grocho Club. We, that was me, Neil Tennant of the Pet Shop Boys and Robbie Williams. Yes, the very same Robbie Williams, the pop star of the new millennium, everybody’s favourite entertainer and always charming bad boy. Robbie was now more than drunk, to put it politely. He had been drunk when we all had arrived here more than four hours ago. Now only the two of us were left after Robbie had scared his female fan club away by stumbling badly when he had tried to dance Take That styles and would have fallen flat on his face had he not grabbed hold of one the girls he had been flirting with. Well, he had not fallen but had almost managed to tear the girl’s no doubt expensive dress. She had screamed blue murder, hit Robbie flat in the face with her handbag and dragged all of her friends with her when she left, still screaming in a very unpleasantly shrill voice that it was the worse that anybody had ever done o her. I could not help but wonder that perhaps nothing much had ever happened to her at all.
So Robbie was now sipping his Martini, not saying very much at all as he was possible trying to cope with what ever effect whatever he had taken was having on him. Suddenly he was turning around and faced me, swaying just a little on his bar stool.
“Did you know you write some damn nice songs every now then? Did you, Neil?”
I laughed softly. “It occurs to me sometimes. Why do you ask?”
But instead of answering, Robbie climbed the bar and sitting down there began to sing:
“It’s only the wind/ Blowing litter all around / Just a little wind and the trees are falling down/ There's nobody crying, that was yesterday/ Inside we're all smiling, everything's okay…”
Okay, Robbie was quite drunk, he was slurring words and his famous Stroke-on-Trent-accent had gotten thicker but it was still an amazing thing to hear this guy sing one of our songs to me. I guess I was staring at him like one of those teenage girls at one of his concerts but I was getting quite a goose flesh. He still sang and I was surprised that he knew all the words. Finally he came to the last verse, dropping the volume considerably, as if this was something private between him and me.
“When life is calmer/ I have no doubt / No angry drama/ A storm blows itself out/
A storm blows itself out/ I'm sorry”
He bowed after he had finished and I clapped and the barman cheered. Robbie did not seem to take much notice, looking down at me with that boyish grin that usually meant trouble.
“Do you escort me to my hotel, Mr Tennant?”
“Sure,” I said and got up, waving at the barman to pay our bills. Robbie jumped down from the bar, immediately hugging me close like a little boy. He held me tight for a long moment but having been out with Mr Williams rather frequently at times one gets used to his strange behaviour.
“Thanks,” he mumbled into my ear. “You are a real friend. Yes, you are. You are!”
He was padding me on the shoulder then and suddenly I realised something which was indeed somewhat disturbing. Robbie was getting hard and his erection was rubbing against my thigh. I did not think he even noticed, high as he was, but I sure did notice. And hell, you don’t get Robbie Williams rubbing his hard on against you every day. I sighed inwardly and tried to ignore it as best as I could. Gently I pushed him away from me and made him sit down on the barstool again. Then I told the barman to phone a cab.- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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