I should never have done that.

What was I thinking, a drunk man and I make fun of him in front of his friends! I've heard of Johns temper but never seen it and I don't want to see it, I better fix this.

"Toss us a bottle of JW, Sam and a pitch of coke, on my tab ok" I ask the bartender to get the stuff and then I paused. I'm feeding the shit to him, I'm taking more grog to top up what's already there. I'm an idiot.

The place is packed and I push through couples dancing tight to the bluesy music that has come on, they are almost on the floor with their passion, they are all over each other, tongues down each other's throats. Ughhh love blah.

Climbing the stair's I pause again looking down at my attire even in this light I look, sorry Stevie, like a gothic wench serving beers to the rowdy and drunk. I should really stop pausing all the time I get bumped and almost drop the pitcher of coke down myself. Just go in the room, offer up the peace offering, and leave.

I'm now outside the heavy black curtains that shroud the room from prying eyes. I thrust my arm holding the scotch into the room, letting it do the talking. I'm officially a scaredy cat.

"Scotch for Lennon! Scotch for Lennon!" The bottle wiggles and is heavy as I swing it around through the heavy drapes. Alice is yelling at me but the music is loud out in the hallway. I stick my head through the curtain to hear.

"Peace offering for John" I raise the bottle to him, my face in a frown of uncertainty.

He smiles and beckons me over, the ten minutes I was away has abated his anger by the looks or he is drawing me into his lair to pounce.

"Thanks luv" I'm rewarded with a very sloppy kiss on my cheek.

Harry leers across the table "What was that" pointing a finger at John and I.

"Pist off Harold, jist a peckks on the chu-eek, isss it, no.. isnt it" John slurred answering back and Ringo held my hand as I went to move out of the room again.

"Stay. Settle this lot down, I'm slightly scared" Ringo smiled sweetly up at me and I laughed at his silliness as I plopped down in the seat next to him "That's better, a bit of female vibe in the room, cut through all this testosterone!"

John was pointing a half-smoked cigarette back in Harry's face "Yoou're jjist jealousss" My head swiveled at THAT remark.

"I'm not jealous of BJ or Beth as you now call her, you clod. She's.... not worth it. Look at her. Plain Jane she is" Harry started pointing at me and all heads turned. Alice stood up grumpy at Harrys words. I pushed my chair back closer to Ringo then John stood with two fists banged down on the table. Elton giggled and picked up his drink so it didn't spill. I realised I could actually stop the fight by taking away the one thing that seemed to be set on exploding -John.

I stood, grabbed his shoulder and he nearly swung a mistaken lob at me. I caught his surprised hand and he dropped it as soon as he saw my fingers around his. "Come on, time to get some air" John was livid at Harry which I really think was the alcohol speaking, not him worrying bout my 'honour'.

He grabbed hold of my hand and followed me out like a docile puppy. Alice stopping me before I left, a worried 'ok?' being mouthed at me. I nodded and quickly was pushing through the curtains to go to some place better for all concerned.

As I walked down the stairs and wound through the club patrons I wondered what I was doing. John fucking Lennon was holding my hand, just following my footsteps. I got to the key pad and he woke up from his daze.

"I know thisss!" John moved me out of the way softly. The keypad was tapped and my door opened, he wasn't as out of it as I thought. "Ta dah! Magical!"

Shaking my head, we move into the foyer. I don't know what to do with him, he is studying the photos by the door, mostly of Alice and me as little tikes. I tug his arm and pull him through to the stairs, the roof top might offer air and sober him up more quickly than coffee would.

"Sit" I point out the beach lounger chair and he sits down, the lighter he is trying to use doesn't work in his fumbling fingers. "You need some help there?" He smiles drunkingly up at me and I melt. Those eyes and his face, so much softer when he relaxes and truly smiles. The lighter is handed over and I sit beside him. I'm not a heavy smoker but if I'm stressed or had one too many drinks I won't say no.

I take the cigarette from his lips and slip it between mine, the lighter fires up and works easily, my fingers a bit nimbler than his tonight. He smiles and goes to take it from my lips but I stand and look over the ocean.

"Hey my smoke misss missy miss!" He holds his hand out fingers reaching for the cigarette and I take a last drag and hand it back, it's half gone. "No fair"

I sit back beside him and smile.

"...I'm sorry I embarrassed you before, you know with the thingo on your head" I tap his head twice and he grabs for my hand.

"That's ok..... I'm a A class jerk anyway, too dru- pissed for me own good" The head lolls down and I push my fingers through his hair, he makes no move and I think he's asleep in his weird seated position.

"You don't have to stand up for me to Harry" I recall the moment in my head, his eyes were flashing and Harry knew he should back off but still stood his own ground.

"Well someone had to, Alice was mute. You're not plain, you're Beth" He patted my knee, still his head was lolled forward and down, staring at the tiled floor no doubt.

"Whatever that means" I said under my breath and didn't think he heard me, it was barely a whisper. But the head snapped up and those eyes bore into mine, sinking a stake in my heart. His hand paused near my jaw then he slid a finger along my jawline to my chin, fingers gently rubbed my bottom lip. I took a breath for the very first time in minutes.

"I'm here with you again, pissed as a twit. You're not though, hmmm no?" John takes a last drag and the cigarette is flicked away, I will have to find it in the morning. "You could have your way with me...."

"Really?" I smile at him, a silly comment to make me believe I'm desired.

"Really"

"So, you wouldn't have to remember, is that it?" I smiled sarcastically at my own retort, his head snapped up again.

"Don't be daff" His eyes watched me as I bite my lip. I can't take in what he is saying in his roundabout way. Does he like me? Is it just drink talk? "Don't put yourself down, you are one of a kind, you are. An' you can drum!"John slapped his legs messily like he was drumming.

"I don't know what the drumming has to do with it but thank-you." I stand its so weird hearing all this. 'Dreams' indeed.

"You sang beautifully too, those clothes- very nice" His hand darts out quickly and picks up the fringe at the bottom of the shirt then changes tack and plays with the corset laces and bow.... Pulling the bow free with a "Whoops"

"Yea, whoops" I grinned and did the bow back up... in a double knot.

"Spoil sport" He laughed and a more sober John sat up straighter. "Thanks for dragging me away from Harry, he was being a prat though, probably could do with taking down a few pegs"

John took another cigarette out of his pack and lit the thing first time. A plume of smoke trailing into the night air.

"Well I'm out of a job" I took the lighter off him and put it in the pocket of his shirt. He grabbed my hand and I wiggled it away from him, he grabbed for me again and I stood up.

"Come 'ere you" John made a grab and caught a fringe of my borrowed shirt, pulling me slowly towards him, smirking all the while. The fish was on the hook and all he had to do was reel her in.

I stood in front of him as he held my waist, his cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, fingers swiftly finding the bottom of my singlet and flittering over the bare skin on my stomach. I couldn't move a muscle, his impatient touch was searing yet caressing.

I hesitantly ran a finger along his eyebrow and he looked up, his eyes were heavy and wanting but alcohol washed over his moral compass. John worked fingers high either side of my torso, his big hands sliding higher and higher, now fingers flittered along the underside of my bra, thumbs twirling on my skin just below my breasts.

I took a step backwards and his hands fell away, I wished it would continue but he was half cut, mind not straight and I wasn't having any mistakes. If he liked me, I wanted a sober John to tell me so.

I sat down beside him and hugged him tight and his lips began kissing the curve of my throat, my willpower ebbing away with every sweet touch. I pulled his hands to mine, shifting slightly and he put his head innocently on my chest.

"You need to sleep it off before we both do something we might regret" I whisper into his hair and wonder if he is asleep but hear a sigh instead. Lethargically he slowly lifts his face to mine, scotch breath mixed with cigarette.

"We were going to be sober, get to know ya, right?" He smiles forlornly remembering and taps my nose. "I nearly stuffed up that deal"

"We"

"We?"

"Well I was nearly a willing participant, til I realised I would have been taking advantage of you!" I kissed those lips that I so wanted to feel on mine and he kissed me back. Too soon he was pulling away, running a hand over his weary face.

"I'm completely knackered" He kissed me quick once more then stood.

"You can stay in the spare room if you want"

"Oh you'd like that. Sneak into my room and grope me!" He shook a finger at me and laughed naughtily spinning in a slow circle he started for the stairs "No Beth, much as I'd like a good groping, I would like to grope whilst fully functioning! See you later darlin"

And then I was alone.