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Brunch soon turned into a game of 21 questions, as I learned about the lives of each Beatle and their interests. But, the sun had settled below the sky and the moon shone down onto the Liverpool night, and soon enough, we were at a bar.
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"Do you drink Juliette?" Paul asked as the five of us had found a booth to stay in. The rest of the guys had passed around a cigarette as Ringo had lit it for everyone. "A few times yes, but not like this!" I exclaimed, looking around the fancy place. It was littered with smoke rising to the air, people dancing to the swinging music and waiters rushing around serving alcohol. It wasn't my first time drinking, but it did feel like it only because drinking only ever occurred at teenage parties that served punch and alcohol. This, however, was the next level; no doubt. "Well you're in Liverpool Juliette, so you're gonna drink like we do here!" John excitedly boasted, as drinks already arrived at our table, as one of them must've ordered already. There were six-ten drinks; four of the boys took their glasses filled with ice and liquid while the obvious pink drink with ice cubes screamed 'for the lady'. "I'm guessing this is mine?" I humoured them. "We thought we'd start you off with something you might like." George's soft voice explained through the various amounts of chatter and music that filled the air. His accent was cute. Wait.
Curiosity painted my lips with a smile. I shouldn't be nervous right? Picking up the glass I took a small sip; the drink filled my mouth with the sweet taste of cranberries and strawberries, but the burn of the alcohol made its presence. It was a pleasant taste, and certainly something to make me want it more. I met the lads' face with a beaming smile as they all clamoured on how I like it. I'll have to admit, it was cute that all four of them seemingly cheered me on for doing something so mundane, it was hard to enjoy their company. I've never met anyone like them before.
Time had flown and I soon felt myself getting pretty tipsy. I haven't been used to drinking a fair amount back home, so it definitely showed how much of a lightweight I was to the other boys. Everyone had ventured off to have fun after we played a few games at our table. Ringo veered off dancing wildly with George. The boys both tried to upstage each other, each time looking at me for approval. I watched filled with giggles as some girls soon found their dancing amusing and started to dance with them. My eyes then lead to Paul chatting up a pair of twins at some other table and giving me a wink or a small wave every time our eyes met. I can definitely tell Paul was one to list how many girls he's been with, so that explains the charm. John, however, was the only one that stayed with me, periodically going to the bathroom or ordering food—but he was the one to stay with me, noticing how nervous I was to get up from the table to join dancing or mingling. I, in fact, enjoyed his company; after all, I thought he is the cutest one in the group. Did I just say that?? Maybe it's my alcoholic state.
