"WHO'S EATEN ALL THE PORK PIES?" a drunken John shouted.
"Is he usually like this when he's drunk?" I whispered to George.
"Sadly" he sniggered.
John was now walking closer to me and George, huddled together in a single bed. Shit, he's clocked me.
"'Ello George! I see you've gotten lucky, you dirty boy!" he spluttered.
John was now face to face with me. He lifted up the bed sheets me and George were huddled under. Luckily we were wearing underwear otherwise John would've gotten the wrong idea completely.
"Nice looking bird as well. How did you pull a beauty like her 'en?" he asked George. He obviously forgot that we'd already met. I had to give him some credit though, he was pissed. George didn't bother to answer him. John was now bored at this point so he started calling for Paul. As he entered the bathroom to search for Paul I got up and tried to cover myself with my remaining dignity.
"Do you have anything to cover myself up?" I asked George, who was still sprawled out on the bed. He pointed to a drawer. I opened it and picked out a white shirt and done the buttons up.
"Thirsty?" I asked.
"Yes please" George said with a smile. He knew immediately that I was referring to a cuppa.
I finished making the tea and left the kitchen. I got John a glass of water, hoping that it would make up sober up. John was sitting on his bed, wide awake. George, handsome as ever, was sitting on Paul's top bunk. I handed him the tea and then put John's water down on the side table. George shuffled over so I could sit next to him.
"GEORGE" John shouted. I wouldn't be surprised if the whole of Germany heard him.
"Yes John" George said patiently.
"May I please sleep with that girl" he slurred. That girl obviously referring to me.
I looked at George. George looked at me. John looked at the both of us.
"PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" he pleaded. "I'll behave myself. Promise. I won't hurt 'er"
Aw, John is so sweet when he's drunk. I handed my mug to George and jumped down off the bunk bed. John noticed that I was walking towards him and he was smiling like a cut. He must have thought he was going to get some action. Fat chance. I went over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. He stank of cigarettes and alcohol. As I walked away to join George on the top bunk, I could hear him giggling like a schoolboy. I like drunken John. He may be loud but he is adorable.
Is Louise falling for John? Who knows? Stay tuned :)