The Werewolves of Liverpool

Untitled Part 3

Later that day, George started to have a craving for meat. He didn't know how or why as he was never much of a fan of meat. "Hey Ringo? We got any steak?" He asked, searching through the fridge.

 "I think we got one in the freezer, why do you ask?" George just shrugged in response, out in the distance Paul overheard it all. "Why is George being like this?"

George tore open the package in a flash, he might have just eaten it right then and there if it weren't for John coming in and insisting he have it seared in garlic butter. "G.. Garlic?" George squeaked, backing away.

"Yeah, thought it might give it a little added flavor."

Errmm.. I dunno if I would want garlic at the moment, you know it can give me bad gas right?" The guitarist stuttered. "Maybe just some pepper would do nicely.""Well at least marinate it in something first, a steak by itself is completely flavourless." John insisted. "Believe me, I know my way with food.""Well alright John.."

"Good boy." The rhythm guitarist snickered, only to be met with a loud growl from the younger Beatle. "Hey! Don't eat it raw!"However, George paid him no mind as he swallowed he down the raw meat. "Ewww, don't you know you'll get E.coli from eating that stutf?!" John snapped, getting Paul's attention."Ummm, hey Geo you're looking a little pale there. Maybe you better lie d-" But before Paul could finish his sentence, the youngest Beatle instantly passed out onto the ground. "Oh! We better get him to bed."

George groaned, soon his eyes fluttered open to see his bandmates all gathered around him. "Umm guys? What's up?" As he glanced around the room, he could tell Paul was the most concerned about the bite he got."George? Where did you get that?""Get what? Oh this bite on my leg? Just some dog last night.""Well... Okay.. If you insist." But the bassist was still unsure of his situation.

Later that night things seemed to have calmed down quite a bit.