Tell Me What You See

The Night Before

Paul woke up rubbing his face and the sleep out of his eyes. The long heavy drapes made it to dark for him to know what time it was. He realized he was naked and sticky. He looked to the other side of the bed to see a naked, nameless female body sleeping. He sat up; his head felt as if a sledgehammer was breaking rocks in it. He looked at his clock and read 1pm. God; he didn't ever remember how he got home last night. He got up carefully, not to wake the nameless person that still slept. He grabbed some clothes, showered, shaved, brushed his teeth to get that horrible taste out of it and changed. He quietly closed the door and started towards the stairs when he noticed the guest room door was ajar.

He peeked in to see a naked Lennon, with yet another nameless body along side of him.

He shook his head, causing more pain as he crept downstairs to the kitchen.

He put on the kettle and tore though the cupboard, looking for something for his head.

Every time Jane was away it was the same thing. A nameless female in his bed and half the time he didn't remember or he didn't remember all of it. Most of all he never remembered their names. A shame that was, but they wanted a Beatle at any cost and he wanted sex, so he figured it all worked out in the end. Only thing was that he didn't fancy the hangovers that followed, or escorting the women out of the house when they didn't want to go. He didn't relish that, he thought as he went out into the living room.

He saw two more bodies covered under a big quilt. He walked over, not knowing who they were. He stood on one foot. Then took the other foot and using his toe he pulled the quilt down to find Ritch and another strange woman. Great, he thought, now I'll have both wives calling me.

He looked at his answer phone to see a few messages on it. He was sure they were from Cynthia and Maureen. He played them and he found out he was right. He heard the few worried messages that were left by each Beatle wife. He shook his head again, stopping quickly when the pain pounded through out it.

He went back in the kitchen, let Martha out, grabbed a mug of tea and lit a cigarette.

He heard a noise from the stairs and got up to investigate it. He saw John in just his pants and the girl from last night in his shirt. He watched as John hung onto the railing, slowly coming to the bottom of the stairs.

"Cor, Me head. You got anything Macca?" John rested his head against the bottom wall.

"Yeah , sure Johnny and you miss?" Paul asked politely and looked at John to see what her name was.

John looked at the girl and shrugged his shoulders, "Your name luv what is it?" John asked her.

She looked at him in astonishment as he asked her, "Well you knew it all right when you were having me last night." She announced strongly.

John cringed at her loudness and Paul's brow raised at how funny it seemed, but he dare not laugh as he watched the scene unfold.

"I'm getting my clothes and leaving since I feel rather used at this point!" She huffed up the stairs.

John yelled up after her, even though his head pounded, "You know how it goes luv. You wanted from me and I took from you. A mutual venture as I see it." John chuckled a bit as she gave him a scorned look.

"I was hoping it was a bit more then that!" She answered back and went to get dressed. John stepped into the kitchen and sat down, his head in his hands. Paul poured him some tea and handed him some headache pills.

"I guess I was rather bladdered last night. Don't remember much mate." John took the pills and nodded a thank you as he swallowed them with some water.