Tell Me What You See

Come And Get It

After John left they all sat in their own thoughts. John's words rang in Ringo's ears, get drunk and laid. He thought about Mo and then turned to see the pretty blonde on his right. She looked so fetching, he just wanted to touch her and get lost in her. Maybe John did have an idea. He looked at his watch to see it was just passed four and then looked at all the depressed faces that hung in the room. He stood up and scanned each one. No, they had to do something to get their minds off of this or they'd go potty. He cleared his voice.

"Hey, I think John's right. We can't just sit here or we'll go potty. Lets sag off then, go to a club. Whatcha think?" Ringo stood awaiting an answer.

Tired eyes turned in his direction. George put out his cigarette and then spoke up, " We can't go clubbin Rings. First it's to early and also we have to cover for John if Cyn calls Paul's flat. " George reminded him.

Ringo shook his head and then an idea struck him, "Then let's go to Paul's. You have a stash don'tcha Paulie?" All heads turned in Paul direction.

He leaned against the windowsill, " I do, and yeah I think getting me mind off of things would do us a bit of good." Paul agreed with Ringo.

"Right then let's go. You gurls up fer some fun?" Ringo laughed as he looked at Rita and then concentrated his stare on Vicky.

Both girls nodded after looking at each other.

" Good" Paul clapped his hands together. He was sick of thinking about his and John's demise. This would get their minds off of things and they'd have fun in the process.

"Right" George chimed in. He was starting to feel the excitement of getting lost in some substances and forgetting all of this for a while. After all there was nothing he could do at the moment, they had made their decision. He got up and grabbed his coat as the others followed. They all got in their cars, Rita with Paul and Vicky with George. Ringo wasn't happy to see this, but figured he'd work on her later, after a few, and besides George hadn't cheated on Pattie since they married. He smiled as he thought of the night ahead of them.

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Paul opened the door to his house; he dropped the keys in the dish on the hallway table. Everyone hung up their coats and tried to get warm as they entered the living room. George and Rita sat on the couch that divided the living room from the hallway. Vicky sat on one of the chairs as Ringo waltzed over to the bar. He crawled behind it and got a few glasses along with a nice big bottle of rum and a few bottles of coke and a cap opener. He put it all on a tray, and then maneuvered back to the rest of them. He carefully put the tray on the white tiled coffee table and started pouring. Paul bought over a ceramic box and sat Indian style in between the couch and the table. He opened the box and revealed a stash that would keep them if they ever got snowed in. He smiled at his four friends and he took the rolling papers and started to roll up some joints.

Ringo passed the glasses out and then made himself comfortable on the ottoman in front of Vicky's chair. Paul finished rolling several joints and took out his lighter.

" Ok now for the ceremony of the lighting, cheers." He teased as he held it up to Ritch and George as they raised their glasses to him. They all watched as if it were the sacrament of the wafer they had gotten in church on communion as children. He took the grand pleasure of lighting it slowly and took the first tolk before passing it around for all to enjoy.

An hour in a half went by and the lubricates were doing there jobs. All were laughing and joking. Ritch was busy focusing all his attentions on Vicky; he pulled her until she ended up on his lap.

"Eh eh, take it upstairs." George laughed as he watched them, " If you're gonna snog there are plenty of rooms to get lost in upstairs, right Paul?" George giggled.