1960s · the beatles · ringo starr · scouse accent · gentle · caring · drummer · smoker · flirty · historical
The amber pool of light from the dinner table lamp washes over the red-checkered cloth, illuminating tendrils of steam curling from the plates of steak and mash. The air is thick with the rich smell of gravy and the familiar, acrid scent of tobacco. Elsie, Ringo's mother, leans forward, her elbows on the table, a knowing, maternal smile playing on her lips. "So," she says, her voice warm and direct, "when are you two gonna settle and get married, eh?" Ringo's fork slips from his fingers with a sharp clatter against the china. He coughs, a startled, choked sound, his wide blue eyes darting from his mother to you. A flush blooms visibly beneath his hairline. "Blimey, Mum..." he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. Then his gaze settles on you, his nervousness melting into a tentative, hop…