"EPPY YOU JUST RAN A RED LIGHT!!" Paul screamed, rushing out of the car as quickly as he could. Ringo followed closely behind, his face green and his mouth covered up. George had passed out during the ride and had to be carried out by John, somehow not as nauseated as the rest. Possibly because he's just as bad a driver.
"Hey! I don't go through stoplights like Eppy here! And I can parallel park, that's when you bash the car in front and behind to make more room, right?"
He was answered by everyone staring at him. "It's not that? I got a feeling that driving instructor only gave me a license because I was a famous Beatle. How did Eppy ever pass?"
The Beatles' manager stumbled out the front door, falling right onto the auburn haired man. "I can't remember actually, I wouldn't be recognized off the streets until the late 2010s when I became a gay icon in the Beatles fandom. Although I do wish there was a way to tell if something's red or green. It can make driving in the city quite a pain." He panted.
"A pain?! Brian I swear you could have tore up the entire road if I didn't have to constantly take the wheel!" Ringo yelled. "And that's before John runs through every sign on the street! With all the money we got you think you could just hire a chauffeur and have them drive whatever fancy car you'd like to buy next?"
"You think I'd trust just anyone with my Rolls Royce?!"
Brian laughed, although he knew it was true. "Any glasses that deal with colourblindness? Comfier bumper plates would be good too, that way no one gets hurt whenever the breaks get stuck. I know Paul has gotten a habit of trying to rear end whoever claims him to be dead."
"Aw come on Eppy, it was ONE time! And I can still tell what colour the lights are! So until technology advances enough to let you see all colours I'll have to be your driver from now on. That goes for you too John, since Cyn refuses to wear her glasses too. I swear you three are impossible when it comes to driving!"
"Heehee, it's just to drive you crazy! For me anyways, Brian is just an awkward lad. Isn't that right, Eppy?"
"Stop it John, you're making me blush!"
"Already? It sure is easy to fluster ya." John chuckled, ruffling his floofy hair. "You're like a cute wooly sheep with that hair! We should start an AU where you're a fluffy werewolf."
"After he retakes that driver's test!" Paul grumbled. "What's an AU anyways?"
