Randy Scouse Gits ~ A Jolenz/McLennon Fanfic

The Penguin Valet and Wonder Girl

They entered the party...or lsd trip...or whatever it was. People were all sitting and laying on the floor smoking. Micky spotted George Harrison playing some religious song on a sitar. Some people were dancing as if they were drunk. Everyone seemed to be trippin.

"John's in the frodis room, join us if you'd like." Paul made his way towards a door with a sign labeled "Frodis Room." He opened the door and heard John yell, "Paulie my princess you came back for me and you brought two nobles with you!"

"This is Micky and Davy, John. The fun is about to begin." Paul sat at the table practically on John's lap.

"Get comfortable you two, trippin alone ain't no fun." John was slurring his words.

"Ha yeah right, trippin." Micky said in his sarcastic voice.

Micky and Davy sat on the couch across from Paul and John. The couch was softer than they thought. The cushions eventually made Micky and Davy collapse into eachother.

They struggled to get back up off the couch into a sitting position.

They heard John whisper in Paul's ear, "Paulie why don't you come with me. Come on Paulie let me take you down."

"Fine John but only this once. Hey you two joining us?" Paul grabbed two pills from the table and handed them to Davy and Micky. Paul popped an lsd himself and fell back into John.

Micky and Davy were both nervous to do lsd but they decided to do it anyways. It's not everyday the Beatles offer you lsd. They popped the pills and sat back, waiting for the drug to take its effect.

The sitar turned into a muffled sound. Everything seemed to be moving. With every sound the sitar made, there seemed to be some odd movement in the air that they could not describe. Micky looked around the room, dazed.

Davy felt eyes staring him down. Everywhere there were eyes. He curled up into a ball, chilled at the feeling the lsd gave him.

Micky looked at a plant across the room. It seemed to be talking, but he couldn't make out the words. He ignored it and eventually went back off into the little world he was in before. And then someone knocked on the door.

Paul, snapped out of his own daze a bit, picked himself up and walked out of the door, uneven on his feet. John laughed at the sight. The man at the door came inside and walked straight to the Frodis Room.

"He looks like a penguin," Micky said, his words slurring. He jumped at the sound of his own voice. What was the drug doing to him?

"With few and plastered hair, right?" said Davy.

The man paid no attention to them. What was he doing in here, anyway?

The lsd's effects lasted for what seemed like years, but were really only a couple of hours. Micky eventually passed out for an hour, and when he woke up, the man was gone.

"Where is he?" he asked.

"Who?" asked John.

"The man!" Micky replied.

"He's Jeremy. He was feeding the plant."

"The plant with the eye?" Davy asked, still startled from seeing all the eyes.

"What?" Paul asked, clearly confused. Obviously their trips were completely different things.

Someone else walked into the room. Dressed as Wondergirl?

She was speaking, Micky thought. But about what? Micky tried to get her to shut up, to tell her he shortly had to leave, but she didn't listen.

Paul let the girl take some lsd and then she was out of the room before they knew it. Micky got up shortly after she left, trying to recover from the trip. He helped Davy up slowly. "We have to go," he said, his voice deep.

Paul and John were already asleep, though. They left them there where they were.

George Harrison was asleep on his sitar with red velvet cake covering him from head to toe. Every now and then he'd lick his lips, as if there was anything left there. He should've licked the other parts of his body, but he stayed to his lips.

Ringo Starr was nowhere to be seen. "Drummers bang harder," Micky thought, knowing the fact himself. "Probably with some girl," he continued the thought.

Eventually they left the house and got back to their own. Micky ran his fingers through his hair and started rushing about.

"What's wrong with you, Micky?" Davy asked, about to head straight to bed. It was nearly 6 in the morning, and there was no way he was staying up another minute.

"Idea. Gotta write. Talk to you later," Micky said as he grabbed a pencil and paper.

On the top like of the paper, he wrote, "Randy Scouse Git," and then got to work at writing.