Neil Aspinell, a happy guy who shared Paul’s people pleasing mentality and George’s random-funny-outbursts-type sense of humor. He’d taken up the role of ‘official Beatle picker-upper’. Basically he had a van and drove the four of them and their gear back and forth between the Cavern. Five pounds a night, not bad gig really.
Gabrielle danced with him during ‘Long Tall Sally’. She was decidedly disappointed, yet another perfectly good male specimen whom she could have been attracted to and yet didn’t see the point in pursuing a relationship with. It was so fucking annoying.
She, Neil and Linda, the girl from NEMS who’d been wandering about with Mike McCartney.
"They still don’t have anyone managing them?" Linda asked Neil incredulously
He shook his head and took a sip of his drink "No, doesn’t seem like they’re thinking much past the next month"
"I know" Gabrielle agreed "It’s a bit depressing, remember Alan? Little Welsh bloke who was always poking about?"
Neil and Linda nodded, prodding her to continue
"Yeah, dunno what happened to him. They defiantly need someone the next step up."
"I read in the Mersy beat" Linda said knowingly "That the Beatles are the number one Mersy side group"
"Why not" Neil shrugged "They’re fucking top"
"To fucking right" Gabrielle laughed and clinked her scotch and coke against Neil’s.
"Where’s Mike?" Gabby asked Linda
"Helping get Pete’s shite together, he just walked off after he was er…" she giggled "Sandwiched, I guess"
"Blurry hell" Gabrielle slurred "They need a new drummer. He’s shite."
Neil shook his head and laughed "Yer pissed, Gabby. Stay out of the path of Best or you’ll probably start a fight"
"Oooh" Gabrielle giggled "You’ve known me for an hour and all ready you understand me perfectly"
Neil shrugged "I’ve heard stories" he grinned
"Yeah?" Gabrielle laughed "What kind"
"Er…" he looked at Linda and laughed "Dunno, you and alcohol type ones"
Gabrielle giggled "Whatever, mate. But I have to see a bloke about a scotch," she looked at Linda "Dance with him, yeah?"
"Yeah" Linda grinned and held her hand out for Neil. They left. Gabrielle watched them go. Wow. She was alone. Again. She looked down at her hand at the half empty glass there and sighed. Well, this was always a comforting release from reality, she thought, downing it and spinning around.
Being that this is Gabrielle we’re talking about, of course Paul was standing right behind her and she ran into him.
"Fuck hell Gabs… Gabby" he corrected himself with an odd look.
Gabrielle looked up at him. His face sort of blurred together as if her eyes were going crossed. She wondered if they really were and tried to righten herself. But now she was having the overwhelming desire to kiss him. She tossed her arms around his neck and pulled him down towards her face. Gabby managed to get a quick peck on the lips before he pulled away.
"What?" she asked
"Gabby" Paul groaned "Not now, we’re in the Cavern, yeah. Don’t do this to me"
She blinked and giggled "Sorry"
He grinned at her "It’s ok, I know I am just far too sexy for you to resist sometimes"
Gabrielle nodded exuberantly "I know! It’s fucking annoying"
Paul laughed "Want to dance?" he asked
"You won’t try to molest me will you?" she giggled and teetered towards him
"Of course not" Paul’s hands slid down towards her arse and her pulled her close. Gabrielle sighed and settled her face in his chest as the swayed around. She tried to remember if it was slow music… yes. Because it would look a bit weird dancing slow to fast music. Gabrielle didn’t think she could manage dancing quickly right now.
Paul lowered his face to her neck humming along with the song and placing tiny kisses against her throat.
"Not in public dear" she mumbled, and slid her hand through his dark hair. A normal person would have been disgusted by the amount of sweat that had accumulated on his person. She didn’t care. He still smelled fine to her deadened senses. Like sweat and tobacco and then that something that reminded her of sunshine and grass and all those lovely spring things. That must have just been Paul in general. Even though he wasn’t really a sunshine and grass kind of lad.
He ran his lips up to her ear still humming.
"Can we have sex to night, dear?" he whispered
She sighed "Where?"
"I don’t care" Paul’s hands were become increasingly interested in her bottom end. She shifted against him and giggled.
"What if someone sees us…"
"Uh" Paul lifted his head and glanced around briefly. No one in sight. All the couples around them seemed to have the same general idea in mind. "No one"
"Kiss me quick then" she muttered
Paul pulled back and slid his lips against her teasingly before he fastened his mouth on hers and kissed her deeply. They broke apart for want of air, Paul snuggled his face into her hair and moaned "Do you object to the back of a van?"
"No... well" she sighed "I’m pissed again. Why d’you ask me questions when I’m pissed?"
"I’m sorry" he whispered and kiss the shell of her ear delicately. "Can I make it up to you" he slid his face down her neck again, kissing and nipping at the tender pale skin there. Gabrielle sighed and wound her hand through his hair, puling her self closer.
When a hand firmly placed it self on Paul’s shoulder he thought he would have an aneurysm and split apart from Gabrielle like he’s been shocked.
"I didn’t-" he started to explain while Gabrielle gapped and closed her mouth.
A very surprised looking Richard Starkey was standing there, his arm still extended. He let it slowly drop, his gaze fixed on Gabrielle.
"Er… all right mate?" Paul tried.
Ringo turned to look at him. Paul was surprised to see how amused and not angry he was. Why would he be angry? He barley knew them.
"All right" Ringo nodded "Gabby? How’re you luv"
"Erm…" she stumbled for the right words "Bit pissed, really…"
Ringo laughed "Me too, so uh… not that I’m one fer gossip or anything you know… aren’t you just friends?"
"Yes" Gabrielle and Paul echoed, as if being reprimanded the both dropped their heads.
Ringo nodded "Shall I just keep me gob shut then?"
"God, Ritchie, could you? That’d be fab of you mate"
He shrugged "Whatever, I mean... Just thought I’d come say I hi, I didn’t realize it was… you" he gestured at Gabrielle. "Sorry."
She waved him off "It’s fine. It’s just…."
"Complicated" Paul finished for her "Mates that shag. You know?"
Ringo laughed "Not really, how have you been Gabby"
"Fine" she nodded "How’s Mo?"
Ringo beamed at the mention of his girlfriend "She’s great actually. Was going on and on about you for ages there"
"Really?" Gabrielle blinked "Tell her to ring me sometime and we’ll do something"
"Sure" Ringo nodded "One of those girls only things, right? Her best mate Sally just got married so Mo’s a bit alone at the moment"
"That’s to bad, she can come round, I thought she was lovely. Is she here?"
Paul shuffled his feet uncomfortably
"No, I’m supposed to sit in a bit later, Lennon asked me. Right Paul?"
Paul nodded and then looked surprised "What? Where’s Pete gone?"
"Remember the sandwich" Gabrielle asked
"He went home, and you’ve got another set to play" Ringo pointed out "So, I’m your man"
"I hate Pete" Gabrielle sneered "He threw his shoe at me"
Paul laughed "Gabby, *you* threw your shoe at him, remember?"
"Oh" she teetered back and forth getting laughs form Ringo and Paul
"a bit pissed?" Ringo asked
"Yeah" Paul agreed
Ringo draped his arm around her "Wanna dance Gabby. ‘Little Less conversation coming up’ I had words with Gerry."
Arm" she leaned against him "Gold me up and maybe I’ll manage a bit, d’you know what I mean"
Ringo laughed and hauled her off "See you later mate" he called to Paul
