"Aw come ‘ead Paulie" George whined as Paul joined his little circle of people. It was great, suddenly everyone had decided to find out what the difference between lead and rhythm guitar was from George and a small group of people had congregated around him while he explained all that he knew to hold their attention.
Paul rolled his eyes "You’ve got ten minutes mate"
George pouted and a little blonde girl grabbed his arm "Will you dance with me the rest of this song?" she giggled up at him
George nodded languidly and stuck his tongue out at Paul. Just for good measure. Paul laughed and watched George and the girl dance for a bit. He found Gabrielle and Richie with his eyes. She seemed to be falling over and at the same time dancing and talking very fast. Ringo was laughing. Paul wasn’t surprised. Gabrielle was a very funny drunk. And she never shut up…
Gabrielle collided with Ringo’s chest, he held her up under the arms, still dancing. He checked to see if she was conscious. Gabrielle muttered something to the drummer and he started laughing so hard Paul feared he might fall over himself. Gabrielle stood up and made a few vague hip swiveling movements and then resigned to leaning against Ringo and talking while he danced.
George caught him staring across the room, but obviously not at who because he yelled "Ask the bird to dance you stupid sod!"
"It got Gabrielle’s attention and she started tugging Richie in their direction. George spun his girl around and Paul shuffled his feet, wishing the song would be over so everyone would stop dancing and he could go up on stage and play.
"Georgie!" she shrieked "You know Ring’s gonna play with you"
"Gear" George laughed "This is Mary… er… Suzie? What?"
"Sharon" the girl he was twirling around informed him
"Ah, right, Sharon. We have a mate named Sharon"
"We do" Gabrielle agreed
"Call her Shaz" continued George. He stopped twirling the girl and pulled her close to his face "She isn’t nearly as pretty as you are though Sharon" he whispered seductively. Sharon murmured a thank you and turned a bright unflattering shade of red.
"Oooh Georgie" Gabrielle giggled she looked at Ringo "Birds are mad fer my mate Georgie"
"Ah, I can see that" Ringo laughed, he looked at Paul "If I join you permanently does that mean I get to hang about with this one all the time?"
‘Gabby?" Paul asked he folded his arms "Yes, but I get first dibbs"
"You fucking do not" George laughed "I do!"
"What about Sharon" Paul asked, grinning as Sharon all ready blushing from the attention she’d been paid from her favorite band in all of Liverpool.
"Er… I dunno, what?" George giggled
"Don’t expect to get any sense out of him" Gabrielle told Ringo "He gets two lager in ‘im and he turns into Jelly"
"I fucking do not!"
"You get all giggly" she told him and then erupted into laughter, leaning on Ringo’s shoulder. Ringo looked delighted. "I’m so fucking pissed"
The song ended. Gabrielle didn’t remove herself from Ringo though. He shook her and she startled and then busted up laughing again. Ringo joined her.
Paul shook his head and watched as George attempted to get the bird’s phone number. He kept alternating between calling her Suzie and Mary though.
Up on the Cavern’s stage the pacemakers were quickly disassembling their gear. The unmistakable sound of John’s high pitched nasal voice yelling at Gerry suddenly brought Paul out of his daydream state. Gerry laughed and pulled his mate up on stage. John found the microphone and nodded at it drunkenly
"Right" he slurred "I’m gonna need me band now. Stop pulling birds and get the fuck up ‘ere"
""ERE we are Johnny!" George yelled
John looked over at them through the sea of people and laughed "George luv! There you are mate!"
"’ere I am!" George agreed cheerily. The crowds of people busted up laughing at the usually quiet lead guitarist. George bowed and pointed to Sharon. "This is Suzie!"
"Get the fuck up here " John told him "And bring that useless Bass player and Ringo"
The kids cheered "Oh you like Ringo? Forget it! He ain’t singing! Doesn’t take a bloody idiot to play drums"
There was more laughter
"What? You think we have Pete for some reason other then you birds love him"
"Pete!" there was a general screaming. Pete was the favorite one. Even if he was a stupid git, he was a good-looking git.
Ringo still had his arms around Gabrielle as they plodded towards John. The rhythm guitarist egged on the crowd. He told a dirty joke and laughed as some people laughed and some gasped at the punchline.
Ringo handed Gabrielle off to George.
"Gabs!" he exclaimed
"Georgie!" she exclaimed back, her eyes were wide and glittering with something mischievous.
"Are you drunk?" he asked her
"Yesh" she nodded her head heavily "Are you?"
"Erm… I think so" George nodded "wanna sit on me amp?"
"Ok" she nodded and fell onto the amp while he started plugging things in and checking the tuning. It wouldn’t matter if they were in tune. People loved the leather clad mop tops anyway.
"In case you were wondering" Paul said "We’re managerless, So if anyone has a load of money we’d be happy to let you call yourself our manager. Right, now, we’re gonna do ‘Kansas City’"
"No we fucking aren’t, we’re doing ‘Rock N roll music" John interrupted
Paul laughed "What d’you want to hear kids? Eh? This old git or me?"
"That old git!" Someone yelled. Neil. Gabrielle busted up laughed and George and Ringo snickered, trying not to get out of control.
"Are you always up here with them?" asked Ringo
"No" she shook her head "Only when I’m not down there"
"Right," Ringo nodded "What d’you do… just sit there?"
"That’s all I’m good for" she shrugged "But Paul wrote a song about me and he said I was his muse even though I’m a really shite muse. He said that too. Possibly because I’m tone deaf." She shrugged and Ringo chuckled. "It was a really great song though. I think it’ll go to number one when they release it"
"What’ it called then?" Ringo asked, amused
"Er… dunno" she shrugged "Some rubbish about how I’m only seventeen, and he you... you know what I mean? Yeah... anyway, I dunno, I’m Sooo off me head right now I can’t even remember it… d’you sing Ringo?"
"I do" he nodded
"And!" she giggled "Wait I know, this, this is what Mo said. She said, he sings and he drums and may not be the tallest thing but he’s really sweet… but he has a beard and his very own car!"
Ringo chortled and dissolved into giggles with Gabby. "Did she?"
"Yeah, I was really impressed, no one I know has their very own car. But then again, that doesn’t really matter because my best friends are going to be bigger then Elvis"
"Are they?" Ringo asked, he sobered up a little bit. Bigger then Elvis was quite big.
"Yes" she nodded "But not Pete. He isn’t cool. You should be their drummer Rings you are very gear, and you *have* yer very own car"
"I do" he laughed. She seemed very impressed by this. "But I’m with the hurricanes"
"Eh, sod them. They won’t be nearly as big as the Beatles." She cleared her throat "Where we going boys!"
"Paul and John stopped bickering and turned around to look at her
"To the top Gabby! To the top!"
"And where’s the top" she mocked John’s horrible American accent John cackled at this "To the toppermost of the poppermost!" The three Beatles plus Ringo cheered.
She grinned at him "See, we’re going all the way, my Beatles are"
