In My Life - George Harrison/The Beatles

Chapter Eleven: Settle

April 1960

The Cavern Club was rocking, just like it was every Saturday night. The bar was so busy Connie was rushed off her feet to exhaustion, though looking on the bright side her shift was finishing in ten minutes and for the most part of the night she'd had good music to listen to. As usual for a Saturday night it was Rory Storm and the Hurricanes playing, and there was something so electrifying about the atmosphere in the club during their set.

It was probably something to do with the charisma of the lead singer, Rory, since he seemed to hold everyone's attention, occasionally making eye contact with girls in the audience who proceeded to go wild. In fact, it was Connie's turn as he finished singing their last number as she looked up from serving someone to see he was looking over at her, and as soon as she met his gaze he winked over to her. She immediately looked away, back down to the pint she was pouring, unsure as to whether the flush she felt rising in her cheeks was due to embarrassment or from the heat of the club. It was most likely nerves, considering she'd never really been winked at before, but she wasn't going to think about that, forcing away her emotions as she saw Ringo fighting through the crowd to get to the bar.

"Great gig tonight, kid," Connie greeted him as he lent against the bar, looking him up and down with a slight grimace. "Jesus, you're sweating,"

"Yeah, it's hard work drumming, 'specially if I was doing a 'great job'," he grinned at her sarcastically, watching as she began to pour out his usual order without him even needing to ask.

"Yeah you were great, I can't believe Butlins doesn't want you back for another season," she commented, raising one of her eyebrows teasingly as Ringo faked a glare, though his look softened as she slid his pint over to him on the bar. "But seriously though, you were really great, the whole band was,"

"What, even better than the Quarrymen, or whatever they're calling themselves now?" Ringo asked with a small smirk, knowing her bias to her cousin's band. "But anyway, speaking of the whole band, Rory spotted us talking last time we played here,"

As he spoke, Connie's eyebrows creased together ever so slightly, unsure as to what he was getting at. With a frown, she glanced over Ringo's shoulder catching sight of Rory at the edge of the crowd. He was handsome, that was for sure, with his blond hair and striking eyes, plus the way he held himself with such confidence, no wonder he was surrounded by teenaged girls, all of whom were very beautiful, dressed up in dresses of the latest fashion. They all seemed like the sort of girls Connie would have avoided at school, and one in particular, the one grabbing hold of Rory's arm as she flicked her hair out of her eyes flirtatiously, looked an awful like the girl she punched so hard she broke her nose. After that scrap, no one had dared offend her, and she'd scared off any potential boyfriends, hence why she was so surprised that despite the very pretty girl fixated on him, Rory was still glancing over to her.

"He thought you were an alright lookin' bird," Ringo continued, and his statement made Connie snort out a rather unflattering laugh.

"Wow, doesn't he know how to woo a lady," she rolled her eyes. "You better not be over here as his wingman,"

Ringo shot her an apologetic look, a half hearted smirk crossing his face, telling her she'd guessed right. Connie let out a groan before she went to hit Ringo with the tea towel she was holding. The drummer ducked, letting out a shocked laugh, though that didn't stop her scowling at him.

"Fuck sake, Richard, I thought you were better than that," she sighed, though as she spoke she couldn't help but spare a glance over to Rory Storm. Ringo caught her looking over at him, and he raised an eyebrow at her that just seemed to irritate her.  "To be fair though, I don't blame him, getting you to do his dirty work,"