Paul and John struggled to hide their giggles. John looped his arm through Paul’s. “Come ‘ead Macca”
“Oh right” Paul mumbled.
“Oh…” George stopped walking, swayed a bit and then turned around. Quickly “Oh god”
“EH” John pulled away from Paul “’E’s gonna be sick,”
“Get over the..” Paul stumbled forward and shoved George towards the railing. The younger Beatle took two steps forward and grabbed onto the porch railing just in time to be violently sick in the rose bed.
“Eww…” John commented wryly
Paul whacked George on the back, his happy demeanor dampening slightly “There you go, ‘ave it out Georgie”
They were coming in about four in the morning. All the others lads had decided to come back around two. But what was the point of going out to get smashed the last night you had to be single if you could only get half way there? That was the argument the three remaining Beatles presented the groom, Fred with. He had looked apprehensive at first and swayed slightly with the couple pints of ale but the resigned and let the three lads push him slowly into a drunken abyss. Fred was passed out in the Van and John, Paul, and George had no intention of helping him into the house.
“There you go” Paul nodded, patting George on the head.
George swung around and spit furiously off the side of the porch “Euh. Get off Macca” he muttered, wiping his mouth with his shirt sleeve.
John was leaning against the front door trying to light the cigarette between his lips but unable to get his lighter going. “Shite”
“Wot?” Paul asked
“Me fucken fingers are numb as buggery. Christ it’s cold”
“Well” George groaned “Get inside, they’ve left it open for us”
They trouped into the house, trying to be as quiet as possible and having only a little success. With a short detour to the kitchen for water they then tackled the stairs.
“Shit” George giggled as the first one creaked. John and Paul eased themselves onto it carefully. It creaked a bit more. They giggled some more. Paul placed one foot on the second step and then stepped up. George and John followed. Giggling and swearing, they eventually made it up the whole staircase.
“Mad Bloody women” Paul whispered loudly
John and George shhed him through their drunken sniggers.
“Wait a minute” John stopped them as they attempted to tip toe down one of the two hallways. “Wait… which way do we go?”
More mad laugher ensued as George and Paul slammed into John’s back like Beatle dominoes.
George franticly hushed them “Shut up! Shhhh! Ok… well” he whispered and then dissolved into giggles, leaning against John for fear of falling over “Wait wait”
“Wot?” john asked “Get it out ‘arri”
“Gab’s room is down here. I’m gonna go t his way I remember it was the last one so er… go where you like”
George departed down the dark hallway. John and Paul glanced at one another and then scrambled after the lead guitarist.
“George!”
“Shhhh!”
“Oh” Stage whisper from Paul “George!”
“What?” George asked distractedly. He was busy trying to walk in a straight line unsuccessfully.
“Can we come?”
“Where?”
“Gabby’s!”
“Shhh!”
“Gabby’s…!”
“Whatever” George shrugged and stopped at the end of the hallway.
He placed a finger to his lips and made an attempt to look serious. His face crumpled into giggles again. “Shhh!”
George placed his hand on the doorknob and chew on his lip as to not suddenly say anything. Easing the door open he peaked his head inside. There was a scuffle of movement as Paul and John moved to poke their head in under George’s. Looking rather comic they all peered into the dark room.
She was asleep. Curled up into a tiny, tiny ball, in a fetal possession, hugging her knees to her chest and turned away from them. Her thick dark hair fanned around her head don the pillow. George pushed the door open wider and stepped into the room quietly. Paul and John watched in what might have been drunken awe or confusion or even possibly envy. He walked around to the other side of the bed and kicked his shoes off. He tossed his jacket onto a chair and undid his jeans, kicking them off as well and dropping them on the chair.
“Mmurgh” Gabrielle e mumbled rolling her head to the side “George?” she whispered groggily
Paul and John’s eyes went wide.
“Yeah” he slurred lifting the duvet back a bit. They expected her to scoot backwards but instead she just let him crawl into the tiny space between the edge of the bed and herself. Half the bed was left unused. Possibly, Paul’s mind reckoned because they slept in the same twin bed before. He felt a twinge of envy. It wasn’t fair. He wanted a friend like that.
Gabriele lifted the covers up and dropped them over George. She sighed placed her arms around his neck. He pulled her close by the waist and rested his face in her neck.
That seemed to be it.
No show? No uncomfortable looks? No fumbling hands? Just sleep?
That really was it. Paul rocked forwards on his heels and was aware of John leaning heavily against his shoulder. Paul kicked his shoes off and started towards the bed.
John stumbled at then followed yanking at his shoe and dropping it to the floor with a thud. George’s head jerked up. He shot them a dirty look but then smiled and flung the duvet covers back for them.
“They’ll never fit” Gabriele muttered, into George’s chest.
“So what” Paul slurred he kneeled on the bed and decided unbuttoned his button down shirt down the front and at the cuffs. The bassist slid under the covers and the slid over far enough that there was room for John.
John grinned saliently. “Yer all mad” he muttered sitting on the edge of the bed and shoving at Paul. Paul moaned and edged towards Gabby. He tried to drape his arms around her so her back spooned towards him. That’s how they generally slept after…. Friendly fucking.
But holding Gabby would mean holding George. OH well. Wouldn’t be the first time. The three of them had shared beds numerous times together. Especially the very first time in Hamburg. If you didn’t want to freeze you grabbed hold of the first warm body you saw. Be it George or John. Didn’t matter.
Paul hugged the back off Gabrielle, his arms going over to George as well. To his drunken mind the soft pillows and People hugging him from both sides was heaven.
John, not wanting to feel dejected or left out reached around Paul and snuggled forward. His hand dropped onto Gabrielle’s narrow waist. She stirred slightly and then removed one arm from George’s neck to hold John’s hand.
He opened his eyes, surprise at the gesture. Paul’s hair tickled his nose. He was so tired and so comfortable. John didn’t think he would ever move. It wasn’t at all erotic like you might be thinking. Three lovely young lads squashed together with one gorgeous young girl. More the anything it was like how some poverty stricken family might all sleep in the same bed. It was comforting. It was nice.
Very nice.
