AN: Yay it's the next chapter! Hope you're enjoying so far. Lots of stuff happens here, so go read!

Regina and Ringo went to the room a few doors down from them and knocked on the door. A very happy John Lennon opened it for them. He had a bottle of beer in one hand and a shirt in the other. Regina laughed at him and walked in the door. She went over to George.

"How much has he had to drink? It's just barely after twelve."

"Probably about three. He'll crash in a while and be exhausted for the show, but it'll be alright." They both laughed as John started prancing around the hotel room.

Ringo had started up a conversation with Pete and Paul discussing some of their favourite musicians and Stu began dancing with John in a much less intoxicated manner. Regina overheard part of her brother's conversation.

"Man, if there wasn't an Elvis, I don't think the guys and I would have gotten together." Pete mused

"See, I can appreciate Elvis, I mean without him, who of us would be here? But I can't say I like him..." Ringo had never liked Elvis, it had always been one of those things that siblings fought over. Regina loved Elvis, he was an amazing singer, and the hair didn't hurt either.

"Elvis is amazing. Deal with it, brother." Reggie stuck her tongue out at Ringo.

Just then the door rang and the now extremely loud and happy Lennon opened the door to Astrid and Klaus.

"Hello John." Astrid and Klaus then noticed the newly opened bottle in his hand and shared and understanding look with everyone in the room. They managed to push their way past the very drunken twenty year old and into the room.

Like a magnet to it's opposite charge, Stu made his way to Astrid. They started up a conversation as they sat on the couch. Klaus came over to Regina and George.

"Hiya Klaus. How's life?" Regina asked passively

"Complex, as per the usual." He wiped his hand across his forehead leaving a black streak

"Been painting I see." George smiled

Klaus laughed "Got into it today. The wall just looked so boring, I had to do something about it."

"Sounds like fun!" Regina rubbed the paint of Klaus's forehead.

Suddenly a horrible dissonance sounded around the room and everyone turned toward the sound. John's head had just smashed on to the piano and he was snoring.

"Told you he would crash." George muttered

Regina burst out laughing at the joke and everyone turned their heads toward her. Pretty soon the room was filled with laughter.

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By five in the evening, everyone was starving. Well, everyone except John, who was very asleep.

"Astrid, Klaus, where can we get some decent food in this town?" George asked

"Downstairs at the front desk when you ask for room service in your lovely attempt at a German accent." Astrid retorted

"And here I was coming to Germany hearing that it has some of the best food..." Paul grumbled

"Why don't we cook something?" Regina smiled

Everyone in the room looked at her like she was insane.

Pete lovingly put his arm around Regina. "Now Reg, do you really think any of us, can cook to save our lives?"

"Well, no. But I can." Regina grabbed George's hand and they made their way downstairs.

The two of them went to the nearest market, which was about a block away. Regina marched her way up and down the aisles and picked out things the looked moderately like stuff she had cooked with before.
After a few minutes she realized the George was somewhere behind her. She sighed, smiled, and went back to find her friend. She wandered up and down aisles until she found George, with his own basket, picking up what appeared to be crisps, beer, crisps, and more beer.

"Jesus Christ George Harrison have you ever had a decent meal in your life?" The young man looked up and grinned a toothy grin

"Yeah, too many of 'em. That's why we need this." He held up the basket, looking like a five-year old holding out a lolly to his mum.

Regina sighed, looked like they were having crisps and beer for dinner. At least the boys were. "Well, come on then."

XxXxXx

"Great dinner, Reg." Pete said getting up from the tiny kitchen table

"Yeah, Reg, fab." Stu said, with Astrid in tow.

The rest of the boys got up and left her to clear up the table. She smiled to herself, knowing that they were off to eat some junk food and take one too many swigs of alcohol before they went on stage. She started to grab the half empty plates and scrape them into the minuscule sink when she felt an arm on her shoulder.

"Want some help?" George asked

"Actually," Regina started turning around to George "yes." She promptly handed him all the plates she had been holding "Scrape those into the sink, rise 'em off and then leave them for service I suppose..."

George started cleaning and Regina went back to the table, but not before taking her makeshift apron off (a towel from the bathroom) and dicreetly slipping it around George's waist.

"There, now you look the part! Miss, will you grab me a sponge from the sink?" Regina pretended to be some snooty waitress, but couldn't make it through the sentence without laughing at how ridiculous George looked.

He then attempted to give her a sassy hip-thing, which failed and made Regina's face turn an even redder red. George came over to her and grabbed her waist. Before Regina knew what was happening they were nose to nose. Her face returned to its normal colour.

"George I-" Before she could protest he kissed her, just a little peck, but it was a kiss.

The young Beatle bolted it out of the kitchen, forgetting to take his towel off, and left Regina standing, hands covered in soapy water from the dishes.

AN: So that was really sucky, and I apologize. *curls into a ball* please don't hate me. My muse is gone, but I wanted to get a chapter up. Anyway, better stuff coming soon, and sorry about the sporadic posting...