Be Happy, Baby [Slash]

Be Happy, Baby [slash] Chapter 9

Hello readers <3 I hope you enjoyed that last chapter, chuckle chuckle.

Now, here is my personal favorite, Chapter 9. I'll be glad to know if it gave you a giggle, so feel free to leave me a little comment, vote, become a fan, all that good stuff.

Disclaimer!: I own none of the Beatles or their songs, this is merely fiction written by a fan.

CHAPITRE NEUF(9)

“Do you.. do you like to have yer cock sucked?” George leaned in and yelled, his breath reeking of all the alcohol he’d consumed.

The pretty redheaded bird that he’d been chatting up pulled back. “Um… no. I’m a woman, I don’t have a ‘cock’.”

George looked confused. “Oh. Then do you like to suck cock?” The guitarist leaned in again, spilling some of his drink on the girl’s shoes.

The girl scoffed. “No.”

“Then you… LOSE!” George shoved a finger at her face and laughed.

“Here.” He tried to hand his drink to the girl but it ended up slipping from his fingers and falling to the ground. “Hold this. I gotta… go and, you know. Umm… pee? Yes, pee.”

“But I’ll be back. I can teach ya how, just stay here. An’… just stay.” George tried to pat her head but ended up squishing his hand against her face.

The young man started to walk in the direction he hoped Ringo was in. He didn’t really have to pee, he just thought it was a nice excuse to try and find the drummer. Ringo would probably get mad at him for drinking so much, but George hoped that meant he’d end up taking him to bed.

And what other things can you do in bed besides pass out if you try hard enough? Why, have sex with Ringo Starr of course.

So he stumbled through the crowd for a while, somehow managing to stay on his feet until he saw that familiar, sweet face sitting on one of the couches.

George immediately felt that giddy, bubbly feeling he always got when he was near the drummer. “Ringo!”

**

Ringo was having a grand time. This party had really been a great idea and it had a wonderful turn out. The whole party atmosphere thing felt like home to the drummer, he seemed to just fit right in. With all the weird stuff happening lately, Ringo was glad to have time to let loose and have fun, not having to worry about a thing.

“So why do you wear so many rings?” The pretty bird asked him with a teasing smile. Her name was Lucy, and not only was she pretty, but she actually seemed genuine like she wanted to have a real conversation with him, not just any Beatle she could find. He was still probably just going to shag her and leaver her, but oh well. It was nice to have a good conversation first.

Ringo smiled. Everyone always asked him that. He held out his hand. “Well this one, you see,..-“

“Ringo!” A familiar drawl.

The drummer looked up in time to see the skinny guitarist collapse bonelessly onto his lap, smiling up at him dazedly.

“George…?” He smelled like a mini-bar and his eyes were droopier than normal. It was barely midnight and the guitarist was already piss-drunk.

“Hello!” George pulled his long legs up onto the couch and carelessly threw them over Ringo’s bird like she was part of the cushion.

“Um how much have ya had to drink, luv?”

The younger man wrapped his arms around Ringo’s neck to hold himself up. “I dunno…”

“George. You need to go to sleep.” Ringo looked around nervously. George’s drunken trek over here had attracted some attention, and a few people were now staring.