Get It Straight, Or Say Good Night

Studio 2wo

"Oh god ..... he warned me but I never for the life of me thought he would do it" George dropped a cigarette in the ash tray pushing down upon it to extinguish the remains. Another pack opened near instantly and George lit up yet again. "You aren't going to sit around here all day are you. Not your place the studio... should be home with Eve and a load of washing"

"Stop being a male chauvinist pig, Georgie" Lou made a grab for the smoke teetering in between his lips but George was too quick off the mark and dashed behind Ringo to save himself and the fag. "Hi Rings, fetch us that cigarette please"

Ringo snatched the cigarette so fast George was wondering how it got between Lou's lips "Better?"

"Thanks sweets" Louise didn't smoke often, left it up to others to take her load of nicotine, what with Evie right there she didn't want to show the youngster mummy with bad habits, although John puffed away like a train. Eve seemed to instinctively know it was a nasty habit and was oft caught tossing daddy's fags in the trash basket along with his discarded lyric rejections that seemed to litter every piece of paper and empty envelope in the sunroom.

Lou passed the cigarette back as George stepped from behind the drum kit "There you go, only wanted a drag and to annoy you first up. Can't be mucking you musical geniuses about in the middle of some symphony or something, can I"

"I just thought he was having a pull of me leg, you know. Haven't seen you in a month of Sundays" George hugged Lou to him, he did miss her, he did.... Really, he did, oh come on they aren't that bad are they? He does love his sister you lot! Well he has to, doesn't he! She's his sister.

George was all bones and skin, Lou liked his hugs though. He always had that wonderful ability to engulf you, all encompass you in his embrace "Awww, miss me did you all?"

"Maybe a teeny tiny smidge. Maybe, I just miss your chocolate cake. Maybe..... I miss Eve and you're a part of her entourage and I have to miss you when I miss her" George swung Lou about, to and fro "You did bring choc cake for morning tea, didn't you sista?"

"Let me go you're squishing my boobs"

George pushed Lou away like she was fire.

Stumbling back she smacked into a wall beside the door to the control room then moved forward a tad to smile with mirth at making George shudder so easily. Lou walked off toward John waving then turned about mid stride "Cakes in the break room"

"Yes!!! Thanks Louise!"

"Well George is happy" Lou leaned over the piano, it was an upright piano and looked ancient but the sound John was making told her this piano was a beauty. It sounded colourful, poetic and rich.  Yes rich, like a smooth melted chocolate.

Teacups cast empty littered the top, a half pint of milk in a glass bottle, sat right on the very corner- Paul's, yes he had a liking for milk and Lou couldn't remember a time she hadn't seen him have at least a swig from a bottle in someone's fridge.

"Told him bout the cake then"

"Ahuh, Hey baby" Louise swung an arm round Paul's waist and she was gifted a peck on the cheek.

"Hey sugar"

"Bloody Nora, get a room"

"If you insist...." Holding hands at arm's length, Lou clicked her fingers "Paul, you heard the man"

"Your place or mine. Hang on mines just up the street, be there in under ten"

"Oh, nice one for a quickie Paulie, good thinking McReady"

"Gawd Lou, you do know how to make a man grin" Paul's indulgent grin was as sexy as it was teasing and as he smirked with Lou he realised he missed the girl with the razor tongue and equally annoying but endearing qualities. Them buying out of town was nice for the family but not so good for nipping round for a cup of OXO, chat or game of Monopoly.