I thought I should write something a little more fun. How about the four lads.........aside from their professional singing career, works with the cops in salving various cases. Sounds like a lot of fun to write! I'll give it a shot!
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(Finally!! The time you have been waiting for...............maybe................)
Paul and George both had decided to stay at John's house but stayed quiet so the other two could sleep. They were there for three hours before Ringo started waking up. He slowly say up and turned his head to whispering voices he heard.
"Look who's up." Paul said smiling.
Ringo looked at him, not really registering anything the two were trying to say to him.
"What?"
"So, wanna tell us who won last night?"
Ringo just stared at Paul.
"Looks like he's still 'alf asleep."
"More than half." Paul standing approaching Ringo.
"Morning Ritch."
"Mornin." Ringo mumbled. "What brings you here?"
"Just want to know who won the game last night."
"Oh. The game was the longest game I've ever played. He was really desperate."
"Did he win?"
"Yep. I gave him 150£. I regret making that bet. I should've known he'd best me at his own game."
"How late did the two of you stay up last night?"
"3am. Monopoly was over at 2:30. We put the game up and spent about fifteen minutes talking before he told me to take the couch instead of going home. He's 150£ richer."
"So, he won first try?"
"Yep. Is he still in bed?"
"Yeh. I would've woke him but the two of you spent almost all night competing each other. Although, we should get down to the office before they send out a search party to find us."
"I'll get John up." George said as he walked upstairs. Before he got to the bedroom, he heard the shower running and decided to go back downstairs. "He's showering."
"I didn't think he'd be up."
"Me either. Maybe we were being too loud."
"Maybe."
Ringo laid back down and propped his feet up on the arm rest of the couch. "I'm tired."
"Don't to go sleep Ritchie."
"Fine." Ringo said hitting up again. "I'm going to rummage through John's cabinets to see if there's any food I can steal."
Ringo stood up and left their sight as John came downstairs fully dressed. "Ey. What are the two of you doing here?"
"We wanted to see who won the game last night."
"I'm very proud to say that I did. I am 150 pounds richer than I was 12 hours ago." John said with a smile.
"Well, congratulations for finally winning a game with Ritch, John."
"Thank you. It's very much appreciated. If I lost, I would've asked for a rematch."
"I know. Yer not one to back down are ye?"
"Nope. Now, I just need to work on my poker skills."
