October 20th, 1964. Whaddon House. 3:46 pm.

[mr_b_epstein]

I'd left the office early, thinking I'd go home and call Ken Patridge, and see about the paperwork involved in buying the house on Chapel Street. However, I ran into Mal Evans on my way out of NEMS, and he'd thrust a brown paper bag into my hands, mumbling something about "George asked me for..."

I hadn't even needed to open the bag to know that

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[peter_brown64]

I rang the bell and waited to be buzzed in. Ever since George and Ringo had been mauled by girls outside the place, security had tightened. Thankfully, really because it would never do for a raid to happen and for Brian's flat to be broken into.

One couldn't be too careful, but then with the kind of characters Brian normally brought around, a gang of girls would hardly be much of a match. George and Ringo were simply whiny.

"Brian!" I called out as I rang the bell.

[mr_b_epstein]

"Peter, come in." I said, opening the door with slight apprehension. I still hadn't quite gotten my head around the idea of the pair of us vacationing together. John had been one thing, and look where that had gotten me. And Peter...I sighed softly, heading back to my couch.

"Care for a drink, Peter?"

[peter_brown64]

"I'd adore one, thank you," I looked around the room and glanced over everything. It was all rather neat today. I wondered suddenly if he had a cleaning lady, I couldn't remember. I know I didn't have a cleaning lady.

"How have you been, Brian?"

[mr_b_epstein]

"As well as can be expected, the amount of work I have to do after that debacle with the fan club." I sighed. "Did I tell you I'm buying a house?"

I poured him a brandy and topped my own off, handing him the glass. My eyes caught the paper bag, and I stiffened, wondering if I should remove it from the room or not. It wasn't the sort of thing one should simply leave lying around, but I hadn't been expecting company.