His Majesty (Slide Away)

18.

It was 1am, and Ringo and John were stood in some quiet dim street as the Prince tried to open the red door to a telephone box. They were both as drunk as sailors, of course meaning they could not drive home, and so the only solution was to have George Martin come and pick them up.

"Jus'... Jus' open it, John!" Ringo laughed, maniacally, standing not so gracefully on the curb and watching John's pathetic attempts.

"I can't Rich! M' hands feel like jelly!" John laughed 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, leaving John standing there astounded. "Come on... I'll dial th' number..."

"'Kay..." John responded, climbing in next to Ringo. The older alpha 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..."

"It's June..."

"Whatev'r... Just hurry up..."

"Yes, sir." Martin chuckled, before hanging up the phone.