Apple Corps.

Rolling Stone

It was sad but Paul brought a Rolling Stone magazine into the office to skim through while he worked just to make himself feel a little better. In between calls and appointment making, Paul would gaze over an article just to keep himself content. The words were just enough to keep him numb from the latest events and help him get through the day. The paper was glossy enough so that Paul could turn a page without having look and split them apart while he made a call. He'd spent the majority of last night, collecting himself enough to go home and standing under the fluorescent  lighting of a 24 hour store to get a card for Pattie's birthday. They were throwing together a work party at the office after work, Paul did notice that they hadn't done that for George's birthday last month. But he let that go and with foggy morning eyes, he dragged a pen across the blank inside of the card for Pattie. He put the light purple envelope aside for later and flipped a page in the magazine. He was sure his co-workers we're assuming he was staying for the party because he had no where else to go and that could be part of it but he was mostly staying because Pattie seemed to really dig these parties and she was a friend.

Paul dragged his eyes over an article about The Eagles and maintained a phone call with most of his attention. He transferred the call to Mr. Epstein and pulled back to the magazine. He rubbed the pad of his thumb on the edge of the shiny corner of the right page, ready to flip it. Staring down at the black ink, he lost a bit of his focus and let his thoughts roll back again. Forcing himself to have to re-read nearly every other statement due to his lack of attention.
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John pulled his legs into a crossed position and flicked his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose with a magazine flat across his palms. This would happen a lot, Paul buy an issue of The Rolling Stone and John would crack at it first without a word. He'd leave it on his bed and John would reach for it, grabbing a spare marker to leave comments on the sides of the articles for Paul to read later. Paul would just lay back on his bed and watch him have at it until he was done. Sometimes Paul would find some of the pictures of the artists with teeth blacked in or mustaches drawn under their noses and other times it was just Johns pure snarky comments. He liked it when there was both. Paul dug his toe into his loose sock, toying with it against his ankle like he might pull it off. John looked up at him and switched his position to lay across the bed next to Paul but on his stomach. He gave Paul a cheeky grin and closed the magazine, handing it over to Paul for him to read. As Paul sat up a little and opened it, John curled against one of Pauls pillows and stayed still for a few minutes before crawling out to the bay window. He opened it, and pulled out a cigarette from his pockets and lit it.

He stuck his hand out the window and tried to avoid letting smoke into the room like he knew Paul hated. With the window open, came sounds of distant wind chimes and far off talking. "Do you have to do that?"

John put his forearm back down against the window pane and turned his head back to look at Paul. "Suppose not, makes me look quite cool though, doesn't it?" John thoughtfully spouted out a path of smoke back out the window. "Think I'm gonna go out tonight"

Paul glanced back up from the magazine with a curious look. "Well can't I come?"

"Not you're kind of scene."

"I'll go into a pub with ya, if you can find one that'll let us in if that's what you're getting at" Paul tapped his hands against the cover. John shook his head.

"Just gonna hang out with a few lads you don't know" he said with his head tilted out the window. Paul scoffed ad flipped to another page.

"Why bother telling me then? We aren't an old married couple are we?"

John snickered and puffed his cigarette. "No we aren't. Just thought I'd let ya know, if you went looking for something to do other than sit there that I wouldn't be around" John stood up and put his cig out and closed the window, collecting his jacket.