Go away, George

Chapter 9

"You made it, lads!" Mick greeted at the door. "An' who's this lovely lady?"  

I smiled absent-mindedly, bewildered by the fact I was attending a Mick Jagger party with The Beatles. Was this my life now? 

"My girlfriend." George answered and encased my small hand with his large one. I brushed my thumb softly over his knuckles. 

"Got yerself a nice 'un here haven't yer, George? Have yer warned her about my parties?" He asked rhetorically with a chuckle lacing his words. He walked through the doorway and disappeared amongst a crowd of people, leaving me a little scared and worried. 

"Caitlin, Mick has a reputation of throwing wild parties." John began explaining. "And by wild I mean booze, pounding music and games." 

"Games?" I repeated in a questioning tone. 

"Yeah. Like truth or dare an' stuff like that, but not like little kiddie style. It just gets a little outta control. But if you stick with us it should be fine." 

I nodded and tightened my grip around George's hand as we all entered the loud, stuffy building. I was going to be cool. Just go along with it all as if I've done this before. To be honest, I had been to a fair share of parties. I'm just not the typical party animal. I guess it wouldn't hurt to be for just a day though, right? 

My eyes wandered over the dancing bodies. Scantily-dressed girls were dotted around, dropping it like it was hot to the latest tunes. There were strange looking men dancing, but also familiar faces. But no one as handsome as George. 

We slid over to the bar and George nodded to the skinny man behind the counter. "I'll have a pint, please." 

I picked at the peeling white paint on the counter as the underfed man prepared the ice cold beverage. He then looked back at George. "Anything for the bird?" 

Hello, I was right here, I was capable of talking... 

I coughed loudly, attracting his attention as his beady eyes looked at me. I raised my eyebrows, annoyed, and sucked in some air. "Surprise me." 

SURPRISE ME? Oh how FABULOUS Caitlin, give him licence to give you the hardest liquor there! How idiotic! 

The man smiled creepily and fixed a colourful cocktail, tipping in this and that and then giving it a gentle stir. "You'll LOVE this." 

I took two huge gulps and the taste-popping alcohol burned at my throat and travelled to my stomach. I felt dizzy but fought the urge to start choking. 

"Woah take it easy! You gotta sip that!" The man exclaimed. 

I chuckled and flicked my hair. "I don't take things easy. I can handle anything." 

I then proceeded to take another huge gulp and blinked as the alcohol once again burned my throat.

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George laughed from next to me and pushed a tall glass away from me. "You've drank too many of them now. Come on.",

"NO! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO RUIN EVERYTHING!" I yelled and snatched my fifth drink back. My eyes widened as I realised I was sounding a bit drunk. Ah well. I gulped a bit more of the beverage. 

"Come on Caitlin..." He muttered and physically tugged me away from the seated area we were perched in and into a crowd of people dancing. I started dancing in rhythm to the song and giggled as George danced goofily. "You're so ado-rable!" 

As the song ended, 'and I love her' began playing softly through the speakers. I shyly shuffled towards an awkward looking George (probably embarrassed that a Beatles song was playing), awkwardly wrapping my arms around his neck. His large, warm hands rested on my hips and I relaxed into his body, my head resting at the top of his chest. We swayed gently to the sweet song.