The more you came here, the more you got to know him. The Indra club was packed as usual, bands performing their rock n' roll, but you only came to see The Beatles.

They were the best act in Hamburg as of late, you just couldn't get enough of them! So much so, you've even hung out with them during aftershows, sharing drinks, ciggies, overall just having a laugh.

But you always got on the best with their one of three guitarists, John, he was a blunt lad who was terribly crude, but he had a good head on his shoulders. He enjoyed making fun of your German accent and broken English, mirroring certain words you said in a terrible German accent. You didn't mind, it was honestly a good laugh!

Now one night after the band was finished performing, you were sauntering off to the restrooms to do your business. That's when you heard John.

"Ngh, Mach schau my arse." You heard the grumble, slurred as it was followed by shuffling.

Ah, he had been drinking. John was notorious for being an absolute handful when drunk.

In these types of situations it was just best to just leave if you could, so you began backing up, but that's when you bumped into something.

"Fuck!" It was John. You could've sworn his voice was coming from the other direction.

"Oh, you!"

He said in intoxicated surprise, staggering to look at you as you nodded, trying to act like you weren't avoiding him.

"Come on, mate, lemme buy you a drink."

He slurred, putting an arm over your shoulders as he tried to walk you to the bar.

You had to stop him, once John was drunk, if you didn't slow his antics to a stop in enough time, it was rapid fire until he inevitably just hurled on the floor and passed out.