Get It Straight, Or Say Good Night

Sparrow Farting

"I say go to her- tear the bloody deal up. Right in her face, rip/ gone" Paul was tired, he had John pounding on the door at sparrow fart and now at 3 in the afternoon John was still belly aching over the Louise deal.

"She hates me, ran off. All over red rover"

"She left because she couldn't see a way around your both fighting and buggerising around" Shutting the piano lid rather harshly Paul cringed, he'd given up on trying to discover a new melody for the lyrics running rampant rings in his head, he turned to watch John carry on.

"We're like oil and water, opposites. She's up I'm down" John grabbed the Hofner and turned it upside down, the low bass grumbling from the badly strummed strings. Paul saved his guitar and returned it to the case, huffing as he did so.

"Opposites attract John"

"So do magnets but can't do anything with them when they're arse about face"

Paul decided on a different tactic, the one that was there from the beginning, turning it against John. "Well ok so you should be elated, it's all over. You did it, saved the day, the girl, the bub"

"Lost the girl, can't see the bub" John was wallowing deeply in self-pity and fell on the couch as Paul shuffled the music magazines about that sat scattered on the low coffee table trying not to laugh, John was perhaps more infatuated than he lead anyone to believe, but didn't know it himself.

"Ok, I've had it. What do you, John. W. Lennon, want?"

John stood up and fumbled for his lighter needing a smoke badly, the lighter fell and in his stride he kicked it under piano.

"Fuck"

"No.... I know you want that all the time" Paul laughed trying to lighten the mood, handing John his own pack of ciggies and matchbox.

"Oh, so now I'm a sex maniac" The eyes bore into Paul as he fidgeted trying to light the match. Paul looked up grinning, 'course he was weren't they all in a way. Beatles tours already were like mini markets of female flesh, candy store full of sweets. "Oh come off it, it's lame that. I. I just need Lou about 'tis all"

"You can't keep Lou hanging about and still have sex with every piece of skirt. Lou is too good for that, she doesn't deserve it" Paul sat on the couch, pillow on his lap plucking at the fabric tassels, what did he know anyway. "Anyways I know she would keep you ummm happy"

As always Paul pushed it, nudging John into anger as he reminded Lennon of his own dalliances with Louise. John clipped his ear.

"Where'd she learn that stuff anyway?" John quizzed, suddenly taking a left turn and heading for, perhaps, a crash.

"I know right, one talented lass that one"

"she certainly has a few tricks up her sleeve"

"Aye" Paul lit another cigarette and leaned back, guilty as charged he closed his eyes Louise never would have done what they did if she was in a normal relationship with John.

"Ok that's it. You're not to touch her again!"

"I know that ya idiot" Paul banged the pillow into Johns stomach causing a pillow fight to break out, they could go from high to low themselves. Buddies, foes, mates, enemies but always back to mates, always back to having each other's back. "Don't you bugger her around Winston. I'm still her friend, still a mate"

"Still a dick you mean" John rubbed his eyes leaning back, so surreal all this, could he love one, only one or would he hurt her anyway.

"If Lou needs me I'm happy to assist, yea" Paul joked then sobered up "I won't come between you two but I won't let you hurt her either .. do the right thing - I'll back you both"

"Did it mean anything to you when you were......" John, flicker his head toward the bedroom, any bedroom, he could have been in the middle of Hyde Park and any other male would know what the head flick meant. He wanted to know but didn't as well. Paul and he had shared before, Christ they all had, but with no one worth anything to the other. Louise was a friend to both of them and her and Paul always had a nice, easy connection, now John worried.

Paul looked over John's way carefully, seated side by side both sets of socked feet on the coffee table they smoked in unison tapping the ashtray, loading it with ash with near identical timing. John was worried and rightly so Paul supposed, but all of it was at Johns hand, he pushed her away towards wants and needs and Paul was there knowing the deal, knowing the circumstances, knowing John's ways so .... had scratched the itch.

Happily scratched said itch. Oh what a wonderful itch to scratch too. Stop! now!

Paul decided to state the facts, holding a hand up to stop John interrupting "I love her but in saying that we all do, don't we? Its Lou, Louie. She's like a Beatles mascot or somethin' she is. I love her to bits John, so I damn well enjoyed hopping into bed with her to help her make it through her cravings, to indulge her whims. But if you stand up, take your place, be her man. I happily cede and she will not need to look anywhere but at you"

John shifted position, turning to sit on the couch legs in a crisscross fashion, like a kid in school, he needed advice of a romantic, he needed Paul.

"Well then, McHelpful. How do I get her back for real then"