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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After leaving the diner, John separated from the other three, went home, and immediately went to bed, still being wiped out from running. Now the others were at Paul's house just hanging around.
George and Paul were in the middle of playing monopoly while Ringo was doing something a little different. Something the other two didn't know about. He was pretty much leaning against the wall, upside down, standing on his head, while reading a book.
George looked up after his turn was over. "Won't the blood rush to yer head son?"
Without shifting his gaze from the book, Ringo spoke. "Yeh. So?"
"Just looking at you is making me head hurt. Fix yerself."
Ringo rolled his eyes, kicked his foot against the wall and fell. "Just so you know, I was very comfortable the way I was. Why were you having a problem with it?"
"Because you weren't using a pillow. You were standing on yer head. Ouch. Gives me a headache just talking about it. You have a very hard head."
"I know. But don't go telling that to everyone."
"I got news for ye Ringo. Everyone already knows." Paul said rolling the dice.
"Who told them?" Ringo asked as he approached the two and sat at the arm of the couch.
"I did."
"Go ahead. Tell my secrets to everyone why don't ye."
"Thanks. I will."
"Savage Paul."
"I wonder if anyone has ever went bankrupt this early in the game."
"Doubt it. Unless someone is a really awful player."
"Worse than Ringo losing against John?" Paul said laughing.
"Ey! No need to bring that up."
George took his turn.
"What's the matter Ritch? Upset that it ruined yer winning streak?"
"Stop bringing that up. It hurts me too much to talk about it." Ringo said a little too dramatically.
George started to smile. "Yer crazy. Ye know that?"
"Yeh. But the good kind of crazy right?"
"Right."
Paul yawned, making George yawn, who made Ringo yawn. Then, George hit Paul. "Stop that."
Paul yawned again, making everyone else yawn once again. "Sorry mate. Can't help it."
"Tired?"
"No. Not really. Just bored is all. I need something else to do. I'm literally dying of boredom."
"I could kill you. Then you wouldn't be bored anymore."
"Go ahead and end my misery."
"Will do." Ringo said pulling out his pocket knife. Then, he put it against Paul's throat. "Just tell me when."
"Now, if possible."
"Hmm. Don't think so." Ringo closed his knife and put it back in his pocket.
