[ okay this is going to be short because I don't feel good so, yup yup. //throws ringo at you ]
He didn't know why he was here exactly. All he knew was John had invited him to a blasted costume party, and he being the energetic fun-ball he is, thought it was going to be amazing. Well, of course he was bloody wrong. The house the party took place at reeked of alcohol and drugs. It was horrid, as the smell lingered through the air. As far as Ringo knew, he couldn't even find John, who apparently snuck off with some bimbo. 'Why am I even here?' That was what Ringo was thinking, as he uncomfortably tugged at his tutu. John had convinced him to