He looked at himself in the long mirror, the sun shining causing beams of light reflecting onto the creamy clotted cream coloured walls of the place he called home for the past week. It was that time of year again when an album had just been released and they were on tour representing it.

"Rings what's taking ye so long?" a knock followed the voice of his fellow band mate on the door of his hotel room. He glanced at the door and then back to the mirror, he stood there helplessly in his dress trousers and rolled his ocean blue eyes feeling foolish, why did nothing go right for him these days?

"I can't find me lucky shirt, you've not stole it 'ave you Johnny?" It didn't matter how long they'd been on tour away from Liverpool, that twang of the accent never faded.

"You mean ye' misplaced it lad? Well bloody 'ell just put on another!" John responded, his voice muffling through the wooden door.

Ringo sighed, his shoulders slumping down as he walked away from the mirror and towards the wardrobe to pick out one of the more uncomfortable, stiff collared shirts. He pushed his hand through one of the sleeves reluctantly while he scanned around the room desperately.

"What's the hold up 'ere?"

"Wee Rings has lost his favourite shirt, ye haven't seen it 'ave ye Georgie boy?"

"Not me, tell him to hurry up we're missing the party!"

"You and Paul go on ahead, I'll wait for 'um" John raised his voice at the end of his sentence "But only if he hurry's up!"

Ringo groaned, his rings getting caught in the sleeve, he pulled at the sleeve, frustration overwhelming him as he freed his hand. Quickly he buttoned up his shirt and tucked it into his black dress trousers. He took a look in the mirror again at his hair, to which he shook his head side to side, ruffling the sides of his hair until it sat how he wanted, just over his ears.

He opened up his door, it creaked and he stepped out to find John sitting dismal on the floor with his head up against the wall, he looked up at Ringo and rolled his eyes.

"What's the fascination with that bloody shirt?" John asked as he took Ringo's stretched out hand, being pulled up onto his sighed with a frown and shrugged his shoulders "I just like it, is that a crime?" John could tell he really wasn't in the mood to party, he never was anymore, he believed it was because he never got as much female attention. No wonder with a nose like thatJohn sniggered to himself and Ringo glanced at him with an eyebrow raised. John looked back at him and began walking down the corridor with an innocent face.

"Come 'ead" he spoke urging Ringo to increase his speed since they were already late.

The party wasn't far away; in fact it was actually in the hotel which was ideal because it was always a hassle trying to go out anywhere in public without getting surrounded by crazy fans. So long as there was booze and girls, John was happy. Ringo on the other hand though was more of a quiet soul, he preferred spending his free time reading or going out in disguise for long walks with his camera, snapping up memories at any chance he could, he never took the peace and quiet for granted when such opportunities came about.

They got down into the reception; the low frequencies from the music blaring made the floor thump through their Chelsea boots. Ringo walked into the bar area where it was quieter, John followed and they found George and Paul waving over enthusiastically at them, they were sitting at a table in the corner with a couple of plates filled with mini sandwiches, crisps and the usual stuff you'd find at a gathering. George was completely in his element.

"Cheer up Rings, it'll show up" Paul spoke as Ringo took the seat next to him, he nodded "I just don't see how it went missing, I've had it on all week"

"Maybe it's a good thing it's gone missing if you've 'ad it on all week!" George mumbled in the middle of chewing his food. John smirked and handed Ringo a drink.

"You 'aint leaving this place sober laddie, put a smile on that gob of yours"

Ringo sarcastically smiled and put the green bottle to his lips, letting the bubbly liquid engulf his mouth. Even with the first gulp hitting his stomach he'd already felt a warm feeling in his stomach and he liked it.

After that first drink the night begun to go well, the boys were being loud laughing at their crude jokes and pranks.

"Rings!" Ringo was standing at the bar trying to order another drink but it was just such a busy night he was having no luck, he turned around when he heard his name to find a sweaty Paul grabbing his shoulder.

He laughed at Paul who had been dancing most of the night with a group of girls "Someone looks outta breath" He grinned and Paul nodded his cheeks red but still pulling on his shoulder.

"What is it?" He shouted over the loud music.

"I need to show you something!" Paul shouted back pulling Ringo off the barstool he was perched at. Ringo raised an eyebrow but allowed him to be dragged into the main area where the music and dancers were. It was hot and sweaty and the main challenge was trying not to hit into anyone. He must have been saying sorry every 5 seconds for banging into someone. All of a sudden Paul stopped and pressed his lips against Ringo's ears, shouting, "What do you notice about that girl?" he questioned pulling back to look at Ringo's reaction, Ringo was in the middle of dancing, his head shaking side to side, Paul waves his hand in front of him and he turned.

Ringo scoured the room, following Pauls finger, which pointed to one of the waitresses who seemed to be struggling with the tray of empty glasses she was carrying.

"A waitress? What of it?" Ringo shouted into Pauls ear and Paul rolled his eyes at how blind Ringo was.

"Look at what she's wearing you loon!" He exclaimed and rolled his eyes again while walking away to leave Ringo standing in the crowd of sweaty bodies alone.

What's his problemRingo sighed and rolled his eyes, he focused his attention on the girls shir-… that shirt.His eyes widened as he looked back for Paul, he'd gone.

The girl was wearing a shirt that was far too big for her but she'd made it look like a dress by wearing black tights and a brown belt around the waist, it looked good but that wasn't the problem, it was the fact the shirt looked exactly like the one Ringo had been looking for all day.

It just didn't make sense, how, when…why? He just didn't understand what she'd want with his shirt but he needed to find out and the alcohol had built up his confidence, usually he'd just ignore it and hope the problem would go away. He took a deep breath and walked over to the girl, she had long brown hair that nearly hit the bottom of her waist, and it was so straight he wondered how she'd done that. Stop getting curious, she's a thief!

He took a deep breath and stretched his arm out until he was tapping her shoulder with his ringed fingers, she turned around with a smile and he smiled back. He got nervous and forgot how he was going to approach this. He looked to his left and right hoping one of the lads was about but they were all preoccupied.

She tilted her head to the side with a questioning look on her face "Can I get you a drink sir?"

His heart started beating hard as he realized he'd gotten into a panic and could never confront anyone, he was too kind.

"I need to report a..uh… missing property" For a second he thought to himself Yeah, that's right not-so-missing-property now that I've found it but soon cringed inside and stood up straight trying to keep his cool, he coughed nervously and crossed his arms for comfort.

She looked around and placed the tray of empty glasses onto a table and grabbed him by his arm, pulling him out of the crowd of people still dancing away into the reception area where it was quieter.

"Sorry, I really have no clue what you're saying, it's too loud, how can I help you sir?" she smiled and placed her hands behind her back.

Ringo kept screaming in his head, why was she talking to him as though nothing has happened, as if he hasn't realized that's his shirt she's wearing!

"Someone has been in my room, an item of clothing has gone missing" He spoke sternly and placed his hands in his pockets, he played with the spare coins, rattling them together.

"I'm sorry to hear an item has gone missing, I'm afraid I don't deal with this kind of situation and the manager who does is off duty-"

"Whoa" he started and looked around before stepping closer to her, lowering his voice as he exclaimed, "Someone's been in my room which means security has failed"

She nodded realising this could seriously affect the business if anyone found out a member of The Beatles' life was in any kind of danger because security had failed.

"I'-…I'm not too sure what to do, I'm really sorry"

Ringo rolled his eyes sarcastically "So that's it? Nothing can be done; I could have been sleeping for all I know when it got stolen! I'm going to phone the police, that's it" He wasn't really going to phone the police, he just wanted to give her a scare.

"No! Please!" She put her hand on her head, she looked defeated and Ringo just stood sternly with his arms crossed.

"What's going on 'ere then?" before Ringo could turn around to see who it was, he felt John's arm go around his shoulder, nearly making him fall over.

"Just reporting a theft, Johnny" he glanced at the girl as he said it and saw her gulp nervously, although she was a thief, he couldn't help but admit to himself she suited the shirt and had dressed it up well.

John folded his arms and walked around the longhaired girl, he looked her up and down and stood back where he originally was beside Ringo.

"Ye don't think that shirt looks familiar do you Richie?" John spoke raising an eyebrow as he studied it.

"Looks very familiar indeed Johnny, why do you think I'm away to call the police?" he spoke, he gave John a quick wink while the girl was looking down at the floor nervously trying to come up with any idea she possibly could.

"Please…' she mumbled and John smirked knowing Ringo was just playing "But ye stole the poor lads shirt, do you know how much of a miserable git he's been today? Heck I know!"

"But-"

"Nahh… I don't think so, this lad has been robbed!" John spoke again.

"I'm so sorry!" the girl exclaimed and ran off down the nearest corridor in a panic, she didn't know what to do, she felt so intimidated and humiliated that she couldn't help but cry out of panic.