She grinned back as widely as she could and laughed. After waking up at round five in the evening she felt decidedly well rested after sleeping since eight that morning. Gabrielle had taken another shower and slipped into a little black dress. Perfect for all occasions. She realized that with her legs crossed like they were her knockers were probably showing and that wasn’t very lady like but she couldn’t give a fuck.
She decided to watch John and Paul fight. Something about a piano. She watched Paul for a while and then watched John. Not really paying attention to what they were saying, more the changes in their faces. George finally returned with the pack of fags, panting and slightly annoyed that they were still fighting.
“Guys!” he interrupted “Just fucking drop it for a bit will you” always the pacifist he passed around cigarettes and help them light up as well.
When he reached Gabrielle he took a long drag of his fag and then made a f ace like he had forgotten something and just remembered “I wanted to ask” he said “What you want for your birthday”
Paul lost interest in the row and looked over at them “Your birthday?” he asked “I thought you already had it in May”
“May?” Gabrielle repeated “What the fuck are you on about Macca. My birthday is August 16th…. Always has been”
Paul sniffed and crossed his arms “What d’you want then?”
Gabrielle snorted and gave them all an incredulous look. John came over to stand behind Paul to listen as well
“What d’you mean what do I want?” she asked
“For present?”
Gabrielle laughed “You lot can barely feed yourselves, let alone buy me something. No, tell you what. I’d like a box of Cornflakes”
“Anything you want Darling” said John “How about a spoon to go with that”
“Lovely”
“Wait a second” Paul said loudly as John and George started picking their instruments up “Wait are you going to be eighteen?”
“Er…” she paused and looked over at George who shrugged “Yes…”
“SO you’re seventeen now?”
“Yes, seventeen comes before eighteen you see” said Gabrielle, a touch of annoyence creeping into her voice. She liked Paul fine, but he was being a complete knob head as of late.
Paul made an aggravated sound “No, don’t you get it. Have we all learned nothing by being deported?”
“She’s underage?” said John he shrugged “Who fucking cares. It’ll be fine and they won’t check her”
“Stop being paranoid” George advised him