November 1, Whaddon House. 12:48am

Jun 11, 2009 15:32

I was bored out of my mind. The night was young and I wasn't doing a thing. I called John, but he was spending the night with Cynthia. Jane was asleep, so I decided to make my way over to Ringo's and George's flat and see what they were up to.

I knocked loudly.

brian, paul, ringo

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richiestarr June 11 2009, 20:49:27 UTC
I started as I woke up, and took a slow, deep breath, and immediately wished I hadn't woke up. Sandpaper lined my mouth(when had that happened?), and for some reason... my head was itchy. Really fucking itchy. God, I hated life. And hangovers. Need to get drunk again pronto like ( ... )

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jamesmacca June 12 2009, 02:56:38 UTC
"Hey Richie." I gave him a small smile and stepped inside. "So what are you and George up to this lovely evening?"

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richiestarr June 12 2009, 03:06:55 UTC
I stiffened and cast a quick glance. Was he accusing me of buggery? I smacked my sandpaper lips again and watched him for a second, before deciding I was being suspicious. God, I was a weird drunk, fun, but weird... weird enough to know I was weird... that's pretty strange ( ... )

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jamesmacca June 12 2009, 03:15:58 UTC
"Would you like a drink, my guest? Oh yes please, I'm partched. Thank you." I mocked, grinning.

"Well, I was bored out of my mind. Can't believe that prick didn't invite me along, either." I plopped myself onto the couch. "So it looks like the two of us are going to enjoy a few drinks, like good friend's do, 'eh?"

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