“dunno” John shrugged, he took a sip of the jack daniels they brought with them from the club. Being that it was a Saturday night, the Beatles only had to play for three hours before the Kaiserkeller put on a different band for the rest of the night.
“Where are we going?” she asked,
“Dunno” John said again, a small smile crept onto his face.
Gabrielle laughed and looked at George “D’you know where we’re going?”
George shrugged “Maybe”
“You do!” she let go of John and slug her other arm around George’s neck, hugging him close. “Come ‘ead and tell me Georgie”
“Don’t you dare Harrison” John laughed “If you tell you’re not aloud to come”
Gabrielle made little whining sounds and pulled the puppy face. “Pleeeeeeease….”
“Look John, she looks like Paul” George turned so she was facing John. John cracked up laughing and swayed over to Paul, he nudged him on the shoulder friendly like.
“What’s wrong with you mate?”
“Nothing” Paul said nonchalantly, he smiled, his face not giving away any emotion though.
“Uh huh” said John, unconvinced
Gabrielle let go of George and swung drunkenly over to Paul. She put her arms around his neck as well. Paul snaked his arms around her waist and walked her backwards like this.
“Will you tell me where I’m going Paulie, please” she pleaded, John muttered something to George about Paul and his feminine ways and they shared a laugh.
“Sorry luv” Paul said shrugging “Can’t do that”
“Arugh” She let go of him and went back to George and John, hooking her arms through theirs “Can I guess?”
“Yes” said George at the same time as John said “No”
“Ah come on” George insisted “She won’t guess”
John snorted “This bird has a dirty mind I bet you she will”
“Oooh” she giggled “Are we going some where dirty?”
John pursed his lips and looked at George “Define dirty, as in unclean?”
Gabrielle looked thoughtful and then chuckled “Are we going someplace *naughty*?”
There were giggles from all four of them.
“Er… I’m not saying” said John
“Oh, Why?!”
“Too easy”
“Fine” she conceded “How about if you give me a clue”
“Sex” George said
John whacked him around the back of the head “Harrison!” he exclaimed loudly, but in good humor
“I’m sorry” George laughed “It popped out I couldn’t help it”
“A brothel?” Gabrielle guessed, getting laughs again “A *male* brothel?”
“Now think about that” said John “Why on earth would we take you there?”
“To deflower me” she giggled
Paul stepped in front of her and wagged his finger at her “Naughty Gabby” he chided
“*very* naughty Gabby” John added
“Do you honestly think” Paul laughed “George would let us do that” he was still laughing but Gabrielle saw him look at George, the shared a look and the George looked away, chuckling dryly but without mirth.
“You aren’t taking me to a brothel with girls are you?” Gabrielle asked, pulling her nose up in disgust “I don’t get off on watching you know…”
“I do” John said giggling
They walked for a bit ore, Gabrielle kept guessing. And then they came to it.
“OH me….” she trailed off and read the name of the place, in German it was basically named after a very private bit of a woman. The… you know. “OH god, yer fucking kidding me” she sighed
“What? You were expecting a brothel and a man whore waiting for you?” John snickered
She shot him a look “It’s a strip club!”
“How do you know, it may just be a bar” said Paul coming and standing next to them.
“Paul…” she pointed to the sign “Know what that means, mate?”
“No.”
She told him and he started laughing, possibly harder then she’d ever seen Paul laugh in her life. He was actually wheezing. As he calmed down a bit while watching John trying to cajole Gabrielle into actually going in.
“Please? One show, just one, that’s all you have to watch, and then we’ll leave”
“Why do you want me in there so bad?”
“I want to see the look on your face”
“John!”
“Oh what come on, Gabby”
George had all the while, made himself useful by standing next to the door and talking to a small blonde girl. Paul cleared his throat.
“I bet you two quid you’ll go with us and watch one show” he said
“No”
“A fiver?”
“No”
Paul whined and looked over at George “Oi! Pretty Baby, or whatever they fucking call you. Stop chatting the bird up and get over here”
Gabrielle giggled. She couldn’t see his face but she had an idea what George was doing. Closing his eyes and letting out a deep breath of frustration at being called ‘Pretty Baby’ in front of a dolly bird by one of his mates. George turned around and gave Paul a dubious look.
“Idiot” he muttered
“Ten quid” said Paul “Final offer”
Gabrielle started chewing on her lips. She wasn’t in the best state of mind at the moment. Ten quid to go see one peep show. Would it be so bad? She could just close her eyes and maybe it wouldn’t be too terrible.
“Fine”
John and Paul did a celebratory merry jig to celebrate their victory while George told her to quit chewing on her lips. “I knew you would say yes” John told her, batting his eye lashes.
“Ok, if you tell anyone, like fucking anyone in Liverpool, or Astrid and her friends for that matter. I will castrate you, personally, yeah?”
Yeah” John nodded and took her by the arm, Paul took the other one and George trailed behind uncomfortably.
“Gabby you can’t just shut yer bloody eyes” John admonished her.
The plonked down in seats near the edge of the stage as if they’d been to this place numerous times before. Paul leaned his arms against the stage and look on in anticipation.
“Why?” she whined keeping her eyes shut
“You won’t get your money” said Paul, looking over at her and grinning as she opened her eyes.
Everything was a bit of a blur after that. Lots of naked woman prancing about. Frankly, if she wanted to look at naked women she would just look down her own shirt. It was not particularly thrilling and all they seemed to do was prance about, shake their boobs around, and that was that.
It seemed the lads like it though. They were leaning with their elbows up on the stage, grinning winningly at the strippers. Gabrielle sat back and watched with a look of half puzzlement half amusement.
One bird leaned over George and patted him on the head like he was a small child. She murmured something to him and George got a big grin on his face. It wasn’t the same ‘beautiful baby’ rubbish but it was something to the extent of “awww, you’re so cute’.
Gabrielle wondered if George knew that. Furthermore, she wondered if he cared. Probably not considering he had the girl’s knockers hanging in his face. That was enough. What was that obsession really. Boobs didn’t do much of anything except hang around and get in the way. More of a nuisance really. Wouldn’t everyone just be better off with out them. She looked down at her own chest. Just a big hindrance.
Paul pulled away from the stage and looked at her. She looked up. He grinned “What are you thinking about, then luv” he asked
“Boobs” she said
Paul’s eyes lit him “Really? Whose boobs?”
Had she ever heard Paul use the word ‘boob’ before. It was a bit funny, really. It didn’t sound right because whenever she heard him talking about breasts it seemed he was sizing some poor bird up.
“Mine” she said without thinking
“What about them” he asked, taking the opportunity to look down at her chest with out being slapped
“Not, much. Just that they’re useless” she shrugged
“No they aren’t”
A girl danced by, shaking hers madly, Paul watched and then turned his attention back to Gabby. She was giggling. “What?”
“Hope that poor girl doesn’t hit herself in the face” she laughed, and then cleared her throat “Useless except for that” she said
“You have lovely boobs” he told her sincerely
“How, do you know” Gabrielle challenged him “You’ve never seen them”
“I can just tell” he shrugged “But if that was an invitation…”
“Er, no” she said shortly “Even if I was gagging for it Macca, I wouldn’t shag you”
Actually, that was a half lie. She wasn’t gagging for it, but there was a short list of people she’s thought about in her head, and Paul was one of them. It made her a complete sad sack in Gabrielle’s mind, but she didn’t care. Stuart was higher on the list then Paul, but Paul was higher then Pete.
Paul snapped her out of her thoughts. “I wouldn’t shag you either… But you are gagging for it”
“No I’m not”
“You are”
“No”
“UH huh”
“No”
“Yes”
The last girl left the stage. Paul and Gabby kept arguing until they made it outside.
“Guys, fucking shut up” John groaned,
Gabrielle thought for a minute and then held her hand out
What?” Paul asked, looking down at her hand in surprise, did she want to hold his hand now?
“Ten quid”