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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The next morning, Paul woke up with a terrible hangover, not even knowing where he was or what had happened the night before.
He looked around the room he was in, not recognizing it in any way. After getting out of bed, he slowly walked to the door and opened it. That's when he recognized the house as being George's. Paul walked in to the living room and George was in there smoking a cigarette. "Ey. Look who finally decided to get out of bed this morning."
"What am I doing here?"
"You don't remember the conversation we were having last night?"
"No. Why? Should I?"
"I think you should." George said smiling. Now's the time for me to have a little fun. He thought to himself.
"Okay. So, why am I here?"
"You were running from cops. You told me you needed a place to hide for a bit."
"Huh?" Paul had a confused look on his face.
"I'm serious. My house was the closest. I hid you in the basement."
"Wait, why were the cops after me then?"
"Because you got in a bar fight."
"Anyone hurt?"
"He's actually. One was hurt pretty bad and had to be taken to the hospital."
"Ohmy god. did I do that? I'm never a violent person when I'm drunk. Are you sure that was me?"
George had to stop himself from laughing. "On yeh. I'm positive. Remember, I spoke to the cops."
Paul stopped talking for a second. Then, realized what George was doing. "Yer so full of it Geo! None of that really happened!" He shouted then threw a couch pillow at him.
George died laughing. "Yer right. None of that happened. I just wanted to have a bit of fun with ye. And it was worth it. I loved every second second of it."
"If I was in the mood, I would rough you up."
"No you wouldn't. Now, do you want me to take you home?"
"Would you? I would be right grateful."
"Okay. Just promise me you wont to go the bar so late at night anymore."
"You still have yet to tell me the real story of how I ended up here."
"You were so drunk I was able telling smell the alcohol in you from several feet away."
"Besides that."
"From what you told me, you went to the wrong house last night thinking it was John's. Then you can to my house with NO ONE behind you. You told me You were being chased by fans. You weren't ."
Paul started laughing softly. "That didn't really happen."
"Yes it did. I'm not joking. You thought you were being chased by some fans."
"Can I go home now? I need an ice pack for my head. It's right killing me."
