Drunkie Paulie And Raging Ringo!
By ilovemyboys
Chapter 1: Where's the lads?
It was a regular Beatles evening. A party of dancing and drinking with the important, rich folks of society. The Fab Four had already danced the night away and had a few extra drinks at the party that night...
Brian Epstein is a busy man with a busy schedule. To make his life more interesting, and at the same time more horrifying, is all the Beatle Mania surrounding him. And as such, all the Beatle madness. They had been at this party since 7 p.m. and it was now midnight, with an interview for the boys in the morning. With all their tours and performances, he made sure all their traveling was taken care of at all times, at any time. And that included tonight. The cab was to arrive in only 15 minutes.
BRIAN'S POV:
Great! The cab'll be here in only 15 minutes and the boys are nowhere to be found! Knowing them they've probably each got a lady friend in one arm and a cold one in the other. Too bad everyone here fits that description…
As I look around the room for the third time in a row I catch at least one of the boys.
Coming up from behind him, as he's talking away to some young ladies, I tap him on the shoulder rather sharply as he turns around to face me, grinning as his eyes meet mine.
"'Ello Brian. What's going on with you?"
"Cut the small talk John. The cab for you and the lads is coming in fifteen minutes, so I need you to get the boys and be ready. Got it?" I snap.
"Sure Brian…uh…are you sure you don't-"
Their manager had left.
"Well blimey."
JOHN'S POV: Well, we got less than 10 minutes before that cab arrives. Better see what the other fellas are up to….
As I walk around the room searching for the lads, I see Ringo by the bar, talking to some pretty bird and laughin'. In a short amount of time I see George too, drinking at a table with some older, business fellas. He better not be making any deals in his state…
Now to Paulie. Oh where oh where could my Paulie be…
I look at every bar and table for Paul, but can't find him anywhere.
Where the bloody 'ell as he gone?
Just as I was gonna make another 'round, I see him. Passed out and slouched on a couch with a bottle in his hand.
Blimey- I drag a hand over my face.
Looks like good ol', wholesome Paulie's had a bit too much to drink eh?
I grin.
This could be interesting.
I stride over and stop in front of him.
"Paul?" I jab his arm.
Nothing.
I crouch down and call loudly into his ear.
"PAUUUULLLIEEE?"
"Huh?" he says groggily, looking up at me with heavy eyelids.
"Hey John," he gives me a loopy smile. "What'sss going on?" He slurs.
"What's going is we're leaving soon so stay put. Got it?"
"Yeah, sure…"
I nod and stand up.
Now to Rings.
I come up behind Ringo, still talking to the lovely lass.
"Ahem." I say, smiling politely.
Ringo turns around with a frown on his face.
"What you want Lennon? Can't you see I've got meself a pretty girl?" He slurs drunkenly.
"Yes I can see that." I give her a nod and a smile. She smiles flirtatiously back at me.
"Point is we're leavin' soon and we gotta be ready when the cab comes. So stay put? Got it?"
"Yeah, yeah…" he mumbles.
Alright. I think she'll keep him there awhile. Now to George…
I turn around-
BUMP! My chest hits-
"Paul?" I ask, surprised.
How in the bloody 'ell he get here so fast? I could have sworn he was out for the count.
"Hi John." He smiles.
"Hello…" I say wearily.
"John, I gotta tellyou something…"
"In a second Paul."
"Bu-uh…okaaay….."
As I make my way over to George I can see Paul following me from behind. Rolling my eyes I come up to Georgie's table.
"Hello fellas." I smile down at the gentlemen.
"Hello Mr. Lennon," they say.
"He hasn't made any foul business plans has he?" I joke, although in reality I am indeed asking.
They laugh as I look down at a weary George.
"George, we gotta go soon. Get ready."
He looks up at me, exhausted.
"Yeah, guess it is, isn't it? Probably shouldn't have any more anyway…"
"Yeah I would agree with ya on that one lad," I say, eyeing his four empty drinks.
Slowly he gets up and gives the gentlemen a small wave of his hand as he mutters quietly, "Nice talkin' to you gentlemen…"
"Thank you Mr. Harrison," they say their thanks as Georgie stands up in front of me. Paul then appears out of nowhere next to George, who glances over at him briefly.
"Alright, let's go get Ringo." I say.
They follow me to where Ringo's sitting when I notice Paul getting a little too close to George's comfort zone, as George gives him a frown, trying to inch away.
"Hey George.,." he smiles, inches away from George's face.
George looks at him questioningly, then grins.
"Hello Paul. What did you drink tonight?"
"Oh…a bit of this…a bit of that…."
George gives me a look.
"I didn't do it." I defend.
As we gradually make it over to Rings, I come up behind him.
"Alright Ringo, we're going. Say good-bye to the nice lady."
"Whaaaaa?" he asks, clearly still out of it.
"We-are going-now." I annunciate each word slowly.
"No...you can go. I'm shhtaying." He mumbles, turning back toward the bar.
The woman leans in next to Ringo, as she speaks softly into his ear, "I have to go anyway sweetie. Talk to you another time, okay?"
"Alright…" Ringo mumbles, as she gets up to leave. "GOODBYE MY ANGEL…sleep well!…." He declares loudly.
She winks back at him as she walks away.
"Alright Rings, can you get up on your own?" I ask.
"Of course I can!" he sputters, annoyed. Slowly getting off the stool he tries to stand but sways a bit as me and George catch him in time.
"Great. Just great Ringo." I grumble.
Blimey! Why do I got to be the only bloody one in charge 'ere?
"Johnnnn…" Paul whines, right behind my ear, I might add.
"What?" I snap.
"You're my best friend…"
George is looking over at us, then gives me a teasing smile.
"You're a lucky man Mr. Lennon."
"Shut up," I remark.
"Joooohnnn."
"Yeah I heard ya Paul…"
"No I mean it, you are…"
"We betta get 'em both back soon before they fall down in front of us and we have to carry them to their hotel rooms." George says.
"At this rate we'll have to carry them to the cab first," I say grudgingly.
We really need to get going.
By the time we reach the entrance, what with Paul commenting on every blimey light he sees and Ringo commenting on every pretty lass he sees, meanwhile trying to get away from the grasp me and George have on him, we finally make it toward the place's exit.
"Bout time." I say. "Now to wait for that cab driver. He better not be late."
In a few moments time a cab pulls up, and sure enough it's one of our cab drivers from earlier this week. Hired just for us.
A burly, balding, bearded man in a dark blue chauffeur uniform comes out from the driver's seat and opens our doors, greeting us with a cheery, "Good evening lads!" Me and George nod in greeting as he helps us get Paul and Ringo in the middle back seats. In a few minutes we're on the road.
IN CAR:
"So you lads had a good party?" He asks from the front.
How in the bloody 'ell can be so filled with energy at this hour?
"Yeah…" George mumbles a response, slowly drifting off to sleep.
"A bit of fun eh?" He chuckles. "Ahhh, I remember those days… "
Great. Another geezer talkin' 'bout his days growin' up…
He begins a long rant on something-or-other as I lay my head against the seat. George is passed out, like Ringo and Paul.
There ain't no way I'm bringin' 'em all up.
"And then that's when I told her, you see, that's when I said it's the-oh!" He stops, noticing them asleep.
"Best not wake them up eh?" He winks at me.
I don't say anything, cuz frankly there's nothing to say.
As we arrive at the hotel, he gets out once again and opens our door. It's starting to drizzle. George's eyes slowly open as he looks up at the man, confused.
"Haha. Don't worry lad, just your chauffeur here, at your service." He removes his hat, giving us a slight bow.
"Right…" George says, getting up."How you wanna do this?" He asks me with half open eyes.
I glance over at the chauffeur.
"Would you help us get them inside?" I ask.
"Why of course lads! No trouble at all!" He exclaims, placing his hat back on.
"How you chaps think we should do it?" I ask, glancing at each of them.
"Well…" the chauffeur thinks, placing a hand on his beard, as he curls it. "I'm sure they could walk to an extent if we were to wake them."
"Worth a try." George says quietly.
"Alright." I say, looking down at a sleeping Paul resting on my shoulder.
"Paul." I nudge him with my shoulder.
"Paul." I say again. Rolling my eyes in irritation, I position myself so I can reach him better.
"Paul!" I say louder, this time shaking both his shoulders.
He still doesn't budge.
"Well this chap's lost…" I grumble. Looking over I see that George and the chauffeur have at least gotten Ringo somewhat awake.
"I say we take Ringo up first, then come back for Paul." The chauffeur says.
"If you say so," I reply.
I suppose that works, and seeing I really don't have any energy to think of anything else I nod in agreement.
As he and George and a semi-conscious Ringo get out of the car, I shut the door behind them as I wait in my seat. Paul still slumped against me.