“What that bloody hell are you doing up so late?” George yawned
Ringo shrugged and exhaled a plume of smoke “Insomnia, you know. Had a bit of a chat with Mo and just couldn’t sleep”
“Oh yeah” George nodded “How’s she then”
“Fine” Ringo nodded, and stuffed his fag out in the nearby ashtray. “It’s just… I feel a bit bad sometimes… you know”
“Bout what?”
“Bout… all the other birds and that” Ringo shrugged and rubbed his face. “She’s a sweet girl… and she’d never do anything like that to me. I guess… I don’t know” Ringo shrugged and laughed “Moral dilemma and that
“Really” George agreed “I’m glad I haven’t got a girlfriend. At least for the moment when things are all weird you know”
“Christ” Ring laughed “I dunno how you plan on it. Every bird I’ve met in the past three mothes is some raving loon with a sex fetish”
“Oh, I dunno” George grinned “What about Jane? She and Paul seem all right”
“Yeah but Paul’s semi in love with someone else” Ringo said conspiringly.
“Really?” George’s head jerked up. “Who?”
Ringo blanched. Oh. Yeah. “Uhhh” he faltered “I dunno you fucking woman, why are you gossiping anyway. Pauli wouldn’t like that”
“Fuck off, I’m not the woman, you are”
“Yeah, say, where’d Gabby go” Ringo looked around the flat. “She’s gone out?”
“Yeah” George nodded “Doesn’t want me to meet the fellow…” he gave Ringo a knowing look “Obviously he’s a rapist or a Nazi skinhead”
“Obviously” Ringo nodded “Or maybe she’s embarrassed of us. Doesn’t want to be know as the Beatle matie or whatever?”
George blinked I hadn’t thought of that” He paused “You know, I think she’s hurt my feelings?”
* * * *
“Albatross?” Gabby repeated “What the fuck is an Albatross”
“Sea bird” Eric explained patiently “ Taste excellent in a vinaigrette sauce, actually. A bit like duck”
She nodded “I’ll have to try that I reckon”
"Yeah, great" said Eric conversationaly “When are you going to let me be your boyfriend”
Gabby giggled like mad, as that is the effect Eric has on everyone and eventually stopped when a heavy hand fell on her shoulder. She whirled around and surprise surprise, towho it was. The drummer. The one with the big nose.
“Oh” she giggled “hello, great show”
“Thanks” he grinned easily and stuck his hand out “I’m Charlie, nice to meet you, luv. What might your name be?”
“I’m Gabby” she grinned “And this is Eryn” Eryn waved
“Tell you what luv” Charlie said to Eryn “ The lads want you to come round the tour bus and have a chat. Mick was dead impressed by your singing Gabby” he winked and gestured towards the door.
Gabby and Eryn looked at Eric apologetically “Just a minute or two”
He rolled his eyes and waved them off before tuning back to his pint.
Charlie led them around to the side of the building where a small van, actually in better condition then the one Mal was still driving around was parked. A shaggy head of blonde hair popped out of the side and looked at them.
‘That’s Brian” said Charlie grinning “He’s the moody bastard that started this thing”
“Hello” Brian waved and then ducked back in side.
“There’s Bill, that’s a roadie, Mick and Keith must have snuck of for, oh wait, bloody hell the're back again”
“Charles” Mick grinned, swaggering over to them with his hands out. The other guitarist was walking behind him; his hands shoved his jacket pockets. He was slightly sneering under his large black sunglasses. Eryn nudged Gabby and giggled.
“Who’s this then” asked Mick looking at Gabby. Keith sneered.
“I dunno, who’re you?” Gabby asked, tilting her head to the side.
“I’m Mick” he nodded “You enjoy the show?”
“Oh lovely” she shrugged,
Mick laughed and looked at Keith. Keith shrugged. “So what’s yer name luv?”
“Gabby” said Charlie as he made in the direction of Bill, the supposed bass player and Brian.
“Gabby?” Mick nodded “That’s nice. So tell my, Gabby, are you always that amusing”
“Oh no, I’m actually quick boring really” Gabby sighed
Keith grinned “You don’ have the looks of a girl who’d be boring”
“Oh thank you” she imitated his accent
“You from up north?” Keith laughed “Bit of a scouser, ain’t ye”
“Yeah, Liverpool” she nodded
“Hey, hey, like the Beatles!” Mick grinned
“Yeah she…” Eryn nodded, but Gabby stepped on her foot before she could say anymore. “er… yeah”
“So” Mick grinned “Coming to the show tomorrow night?”
“Maybe” Gabby laughed “Where at?”
“Anywhere in south London, we’ve got gigs lined up for the next three months” Keith said, shrugging.
“Gear” Eryn sniggered
“Want to go out fer a drink or sommat?” Mick leered at Gabby and she laughed again.
“Not now, mate. Bit late and all” Gabby patted him on the arm. “Some other time?”
“Oh,” Mick sneered and pretended to look hurt“Am I not your type?”
“Tell you what babe,” Keith grinned and Gabby saw that he was very nice looking after all “You’re my type any time you want”
“Gee, ta” Gabby said sighing. Eryn found herself over come by giggles so she shuffled around in her purse for a pack of cigarettes. Mick lit it for her.
“Ta” she mumbled
“Well we better get going’ Gabby grinned “See you around Mick”
“See, you luv” Mick rocked back on his heels “Come watch us and say ‘ello anytime you want”
“Anytime” Keith echoed. Raising his eyebrows.
Gaby snorted “Sure thing” she said, grabbing Eryn by the arm and puling her back towards the entrance of the dancehall
“What was that?” Eryn demanded “They were both so into you and they were so cute!” she moaned “You should have picked one and let me have the other”
“Honestly, we’ll see them again” Gabby shrugged “I’m sure of it”
