His Majesty (Slide Away)

18.

"Ringo... Sh..." John giggled as he hovered around the telephone box.

It was 1am, and Ringo and John were stood in some quiet street, under the dim light as the Prince tried to open the red door. They were both drunk like mad, of course meaning they could not drive home. The only solution was to have George Martin come and pick them up, but in order to request him, they first had to telephone him.

"Jus'... Jus' open it, John!" Ringo laughed, maniacally, as he stood on the curb and watched John's pathetic attempts.

"I can't Rich! M' hands feel like jelly!" John chuckled back.

"Give it 'ere..." Ringo murmured, as he made his way over to the box, leading John out of the way. He opened the red door in no time, and John stood there, astound. "C'me on... I'll dial th' number..."

"'Kay..." John responded, climbing in next to Ringo, who reached over the drunken Prince and closed the door.

He dialled the number for the palace, and handed it to John.

"H'llo?" John slurred out. "Marie?!"

"Y-Yes?"

"'Tis John. The futur' king?" Ringo snickered at John's tone.

"Your highness! My, whatever is the matter?" She responded, now very concerned by John's tone.

"Marie?"

"Yes?"

"I'm pissed!" He shouted joyfully, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Ringo let out a shriek of laughter at the sentence, almost falling over in the little space he had.

"Goodness." He heard her mutter, however her voice was very quiet. She must have moved the phone away from her face. "I will call for Mr Epstein, sir-"

"Brian? No I d'n't wan' him! He's a bad man... Give me Martin!"

"Alright, your highness. I will put you through to Mr Martin now... Stay safe for the meantime, sir."

"Th'nks, Marie..." With that, he was put on hold.

"Ah shit, I sh'uld've told 'er how Brian tried it on wit' me..." John smirked.

"He did what?!" Ringo gasped, not knowing this information.

"Aye..."

"When... What?" Ringo laughed the last part.

"W'en the Queen of Ecatia visited an' Mimi held that party... Brian took me to the main drawin' room an' kissed me..." John snickered.

"But... He's an Alpha!"

"I know." John laughed, before hearing a static noise from the phone. "Hello?"

"Your highness, Marie told me that you weren't exactly sober. Where are you?" Martin asked, patiently.

"Well..." He pressed his palm against the microphone. "Rich w're are we?"

"Uh..." The older Alpha squinted his eyes, looking through the glass at the street sign. "'Tis blurry, John..."

"Try an' read it..."

"Ch... Charley.... Charleston..." Ringo tried.

"Charleston street?" Martin added from the other end of the phone. John wasn't doing a good job at covering the microphone, his hand having slipped.

"Aye!" Ringo beamed.

"Aye, Mart'n..."John repeated, the phone back to his ear. "C'mon, hurry up, 'tis cold..."