The Blue Danube [OLD]

- 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔬. ﾐ

Finally, he finished the outfit as he pulled on his sleek black dress shoes; he was about to do them up before there was a knock on the door. He almost growled out loud, thinking it was Mimi, but he just glared at the floor before answering.

"Yes? Come in."

It was one of the butlers; the man dipped his head towards him, hands behind his back.

"I've come to make final adjustments to your attire, sir. The carriage is leaving soon."

"Yes, yes, thank you," John stood up, brushing off his front before gesturing the butler to go ahead. He was used to the butlers and waitresses doing things like that for him, tying his shoes or picking out his outfit - he was always one to refuse their assistance and do it mostly himself, but he was just so tired and worn out that he was fine with the butler finishing the last touches. The man tied up his shoes neatly, smoothing out the ends of his deep purple trousers and adjusting the necktie and the frilled neck of his pure white shirt. The butler buttoned up the waistcoat and the cufflinks before stepping away.

"All done, your majesty."

"Thank you, Charles." John held his hands behind his back, sending a respectful nod the servants' way as the man bowed and left the room.

Sighing again, he stepped up to his full-length mirror to check himself out. The purple suit looked decent in him, but he found he always looked best in green. Good enough, he thought as he fiddled with his sleeves; once he turned away from the mirror, he picked his top hat off of his bed where it had been set down and slipped it on, adjusting his glasses as well before leaving his room.

Outside, Mimi was down in the foyer, looking a tad distressed (more than she usually would) while the servants traipsed back and forth to get the last few things organised. He wanted to ask what kind of event it was that they were going to, but he knew Mimi would get upset at him for not knowing what they were doing. John figured it was either A: some sort of wedding-slash-engagement celebration, B: opening of some sort of important building, or C: Dinner party to make 'social connections'.
All of them sounded equally boring and mentally draining to him, but he knew he had to just suck it up and get it over with. It was worth it in the end, when him and Paul would run away together. It was still a bit of a problematic situation, as obviously the best thing would be for George and Ringo to come as well, but since that wasn't really decided, they would have to think on it a bit more. The thought of leaving them was terrifying, but if they weren't willing to come with them, then maybe they'd have to go on alone.

"John! For goodnesses' sake, there's an army of reporters outside and they're getting more demanding by the minute. We have to be quick to the carriage." Mimi called to him when she spotted him at the bottom of the stairs.

He jogged across the sleek marble floor, groaning internally for the second time. The press! Fucking hell. They're the fucking worst people ever, especially since the sodomite rumours and me being seen running around with Paul started up.

John made his way to the front doors. Two servants stood in front of him, but stepped out of the way to let him pass as he opened it a little to peek outside.
At the gates, he saw a horde of people had gathered, and they had been barred from getting to close by the guards posted out front. He gulped. They'd try to ask him about his love life again, ask him about the rumours... they were very dangerous rumours to have buzzing about you when they had merit, because some people could decide to go snooping and he'd be found out. He didn't expect Brian or Stuart to say anything about what they'd done, because it'd incriminate them too, but what if one of the staff saw? what if they confided in someone that could turn their back on them and dob them in? It was terribly risky.