Be my Starr (Ringo Starr)

Chapter 9 part 2: Average

Ringo looked at her for a moment and took a cigarette out from his pack. There weren't many left.

"You're always smoking," Susan noted, watching him light it.

"How did you know?" Ringo put on a fake surprised voice.

"What's so cool about it?"

"I dunno. Everyone's doing it." He answered and took a drag.

"Doesn't mean you have to." Ringo ignored and instead blew a cloud of smoke at her. Susan pulled away and coughed.

"What was that for?"

"You ask too many questions." He said simply.

"Isn't that what you do when you're on-" Susan stopped abruptly, realising what she was about to say. She took a long sip of her drink and looked down.

Ringo looked at her. "What's up with you then?"

"What?" Susan glanced up.

"Are you okay?" Ringo laughed.

"I'm fine." Susan smiled. She could hear Barbara in her head telling her to stop hiding away and to get a grip of herself.

"I never saw you as a bird who could drink scotch so easily." She noticed his observational trait.

"What did you see me as?" Susan quired.

"Honestly? I don't hold back." He warned.

"I've noticed."

"What else have you noticed?" He gave her an intense stare and curled his lips upwards. Susan couldn't help but glance at his lips, wondering what it would be like to touch them and taste them.

She finally looked up at Ringo, his face indicating that he knew exactly what she was thinking. Maybe he was thinking the same? "Nothing." She managed to say. "You never answered my question." She backtracked.

"Which question?" Ringo spoke into his glass as he took a big swig.

"What you thought of me when you first saw me." Ringo nodded as he put his drink down as if readying himself to tell her his initial thoughts. Susan wasn't hopeful to say the least.

"Just... average I suppose." Ringo struggled to finish his sentence. He didn't expect himself to be that critical. Susan looked down nodding and laughed slightly to herself. He didn't know how she would react.

"Average..." Susan nodded and smiled at him.

"Sorry." He said in a whisper.

"No, it's okay," Susan said sharply. "I asked you to be honest."

"What did you think of me?"

"Dickhead." Susan replied in an instant. Ringo laughed and brushed over his lips.

"I deserved that." He admitted.

"You did." Susan smiled.

"You're actually funnier than I thought you'd be y'know."

"How funny did you think I'd be?" Susan smirked and took a swig of her drink. Talking with Ringo was easier than anything in the world and time just didn't exist.

"Honestly?" Ringo grinned.

"I've got a glass remember."

"Well, I dint think you'd be this funny anyway. You're a real laugh."

"You're not so bad yourself." Ringo smiled. Finally, he had met someone, especially a girl, who for starters didn't scream in his face and attempt to man hug him to death but actually more or less be on the same level as him. "Although, I do fantasise about punching you in the face." She added.

"I'd like to see you try." He teased.

"You don't think I could?" Susan sat up in her chair. "Trust me, I've got most of my mother in me and she's an animal." Ringo chuckled. "No seriously." Susan couldn't help but laugh with him as she spoke. "She'd tear you apart and since I'm her daughter. That means I will too."

"You'd tear me apart?" They both looked each other in the eye for at least 10 seconds straight but to them it felt like an eternity. It was just magnetic. They had to fight the urge and look away to their drinks.

"If I had to." Susan mumbled.

"Would you tear off my clothes?" Ringo asked, wanting to complete this fantasy they had created.

"Would you want me to?" Susan was starting to sweat with nerves. She wasn't used to this at all and this was a conversation she'd never been involved in.

"I wouldn't have a choice would I." Susan took a breath, it felt she was running out of air when he said that.

"I guess." Susan took a quick swig of her drink. "Can I have one of your cigs?" She asked, changing the subject.

"Oh no, not after last night." Ringo shook his head.

"It won't be like last night. I know what I'm doing now." Susan held out her hand. "Give us one."

"What you're an expert smoker now are ya?"

"Yeah. I'm better than you." She smirked.

"Well then.' He said. "Shall we?" He stood up and held out his hand towards her.

"Where are we going?" Susan could feel her brain thinking of all sorts of places he would take her and none of them were appropriate.

"Just out back." Susan took his hand and they went out through the back door for a smoke.