High on you

Epilogue

Paul laid his palms back, flat against the cool glittering surface of his car. Looking up, moonlight danced across his ebony hair and brightened his face. When he dipped his chin back down he took small glances at the scenery just in front of him. The small diner was lit up in all sorts of red and blue neon lights, he could hear the subtle buzzing if he focused hard enough. Through the windows along the building he could see families ordering and settling into their booths. 

A welcome mat, obviously meant for a home, was sat at the door. It was a small detail that Paul loved. He wiggled his feet and rolled his shoulders back just as the parking lot was brightened with yellow headlights. He perked up at the crunching pebbles and scooted to the edge of the car hood. 

And sure enough, George Harrison came speeding over from the spot with a huge grin on his face. "Paul McCartney!" He skidded to a stop just in front of his old mate to which Paul rolled his eyes and brought him in for a hug, patting his back like he'd seen his father do with his friends when he was younger. 

They pulled back just as a happy looking Ringo came up from behind George, spinning car keys on his finger. " 'Ello, Paul. Nice to see you." He shot a charming grin and Paul returned it. They launched into small talk of what they needed to catch up on each others lives since they'd last seen each other. 

"About three years since we finished school-" Paul gestured between himself and George. "So like a year since we last saw each other, yeah?" He looked off to the side and George nodded. 

Ringo turned to look off at the diner they'd arranged to meet at and shoved George's keys into his pocket. "Where's John at?" 

George and Paul paused their chat and Paul rolled his eyes. "Impatient little bugger is inside. He said to me 'Fifteen minutes, Paul. That's all I'm givin' em' and then I'm gonna go inside and order.' " Paul chuckled with a look that said he was nothing but familiar with John's attitude. George chuckled and started to walk in the direction of the diner because he was hungry after all. 

Paul noticed the cute little way George pulled Ringo by his hand to make sure they were walking at the same pace. He crossed his arms as he walk, biting his lip with a little grin. 

The diner was even more lively on the inside and cheesy if you asked Paul but he decided not to comment on it because he rather enjoyed how happy it was. John looked up from his menu as they strolled inside and slid out of the booth with exaggerated arms. 

"George! You've grown!" He shouted, so Paul whacked him on his way to slid past him into the booth. George rolled his eyes but the two hugged anyway, Paul watched on with a grin. 

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The four of them settled & placed their orders only to receive their food rather quickly. George wasted no time before digging in which made John laugh. Paul bumped his elbow gently in his side. "Don't laugh with food in yer mouth." He crinkled his nose and John shot him a smile specially reserved for him before turning back to George. 

"Can't help it. It's those teeth, mate." John pointed to his own, less sharp, canine tooth with a wicked grin and there was a loud thump as George kicked him from under the table. The four of them erupted in laughter. 

"Anyways, How's yer dad?" George asked, poking around his meal with his fork. 

"Well and good. He thought John proposed and nearly keeled over a couple months ago." Paul chuckled as he wiped his mouth over with a napkin.

"How did that happen?" Ringo asked with clear amusement. John waved to make it clear that Paul needed to let him tell the story. He would have said as much but he kept his mouth shut due to the fact that Paul didn't want to see the food in his mouth.