In which the illegitimate granddaughter of Beatle Paul McCartney finds herself in Liverpool in the early 1960s, falling hopelessly in love with John Lennon.
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14th October, 1960
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When Ruby walked into the club that night, she was utterly exhausted. She had been to the boys' lodging with them and then she had gotten changed into an outfit which she presumed would be suitable for the Kaiserkeller.
When she walked in, the boys from Rory Storm and the Hurricanes behind her, The Beatles were on the stage and they didn't notice the new members of their audience. Ruby went straight to the bar and ordered what she hoped was a pint of beer.
"Pint bier, bitte," Ringo said, holding up one finger. He had ordered the same thing as her.
The bartender fulfilled their orders at the same time, and Ringo paid for them, even though Ruby tried to stop him. Ringo liked to pay for things when they were together, which she had worked out on the plane when he had insisted on paying her entire tab - which had been built up through her consumption of two bags of peanuts, two lemonades, and a poor excuse for a burger.
The band stopped playing and John spoke into the microphone, "Danke, Danke. Das war ein guter satz! Wir sind in etwa einer Stunde wieder da, aber vorerst möchte ich an eine Bandkollege aus dem kleinen Alter übergeben Liddypool, Rory Storm and the Hurricanes!"
Ringo, who had taken just a sip of his beer, shoved it into Ruby's hand and swore, "fuck!" Before she knew what he was doing, he had kissed her cheek and dashed off towards the stage.
Ruby hadn't known that the band would be on so soon, and apparently Ringo hadn't, either.
Whilst she wanted to watch Ringo on stage (even though she had told him earlier that she hadn't), she also wanted to speak to John, who was making his way through the crowd. The other Beatles were nowhere to be seen, but she didn't think this unusual - as close as the boys were, they weren't always together (even though they were usually).
John made a beeline for the bar, coming to stand a few people down from her just moments later. He held up two fingers and the bartender nodded, getting his drinks - Ruby watched the tender make them, and knew that they were very strong - they were put in front of John, and he downed one in two mouthfuls before moving onto the next, doing the same with it. He held up two more fingers, and Ruby decided that it was best to make herself known to him before he was too drunk to remember who she was.
She dodged the other patrons, all of whom seemed intoxicated, and slipped in beside her friend. "John?" He turned to her.
He smelt strongly of sweat, cigarettes and alcohol. She wondered how long he had been playing in the club already that night, and how many drinks he had had, too.
John was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, black drainpipe jeans and a tired look on his face. In truth, he looked a state - nothing like the young, enthused John who had left Liverpool only weeks before. No, this John looked like he had had enough and needed a good night's sleep and a decent dinner.
