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If They Only Knew | ||||||
Oh wow” Gabby shook her head as John, Paul, George, and Ringo trouped off the stage at the Prince of Wales Theater. They were dripping in sweat and someone through a load of hand towels at them. “Bah,hah, Good one John” Gabby laughed. “Ooh” John dropped his towel on his head and grabbed her elbow as they were all heard out of the backstage area into a dressing room. People were milling round everywhere so Mal and Neil began to rush them out in a sort of threatening way. “Very clever, John” Brian commented rather stiffly as he sat down and poured himself a cup of tea. Gabby didn’t think he really need anymore tea as his hands were shaking all ready. “Relax Brian” she put her hand on his arm “They can’t imprison you for saying ‘rattle your jewelry’ to the Queen Mum” George and Paul dropped heavily onto the couch on either side of Gabby, pulling at their ties and suit jackets and sweating up a storm. Paul whacked his throat “I think I strained something” he looked at Gabby . “Kiss it better” “Hah” she said, her voice wavering “Not on your life” George rested his head on her shoulder. “Gabs, I’ll be your best friend if you can suss out some uppers” “God, yeah” Ringo tossed his jacket at Gabby. “Anyone up for a round of drinks at the Whisky?” “Oh me!” John raised his hand “Je veux so slosher-ed that je can’t stand upper.” He looked at gabby “How was that? Fluent yet?” “Er…” she giggled “Not quite Brian set his tea cup down “Everyone leave off Gabby, you’ve got to be ready to head off to Manchester by eight so don’t be home too late” “Us? Out late?” John looked indigent “Never” * “Christ, Gabrielle, what the fuck did you give me!” John cackled delightedly as he swung by with his blonde date for the evening. She was giggling madly, but Gabby was a bit worried for her At a booth in the corner of the Whiskey Gabby, Paul, Neil, and Ringo were passing an envelope of Methedrine around a table scattered with empty beer bottles and fancy drink glasses. It was three in the morning. Gabby hadn’t moved form her spot next to Neil, who was asleep on the table, bless him. She had consumed god knows how much alcohol and was more the three sheets to the wind. The other four hooligans who called themselves musicians were dancing with various girls in various states of undress. Gabby was feeling decidedly inferior in her long black woolen skirt and turtleneck. But… it was snowing outside… oh god. At the age of twenty was she possible growing some sensibility. A fate worse then death, surely. Another problem was weighing heavily on her that evening. The envelope of Methedrine which Neil and she had procured from someone in a back alley out side the Whiskey was half gone, what with John Paul George and Ringo al, taking two for themselves. Gabby eyed the drugs wearily, wanting nothing more then to take some and join the fun, she thought wantonly as Ringo and his small red head (whom had snuck a few of the uppers as well) danced by. Bah. Why not. Surely all that shite that happened in America was washed out of her system. She wouldn’t’ get strung out again. But maybe she would just take four for good measure. “Gabby!” Paul yelped watching her take the pills with wide puppy dog eyes. “You’ve got to be careful luv, don’t go swallowing a fucking pharmacy or you’ll end up foaming at the mouth” Gabby sneered at him. “Fuck off” she said solidly “I’ll do what I like, thank you” and with that she stood up and made for the bar, intending to get pissed as hell. After all, she had a warm bed that George would be vacating at eight in the morning hat she could fall into when she wanted. Paul followed her to the bar but she took no notice of him. “Three shots of Vodka” she said to the bartender, who nodded and set her glasses up. Gabby slid onto a barstool and produced her wallet in order to pay. Paul watched her in earnest. “Are you angry with me?” he asked She shot him an annoyed look. “You haven’t done anything wrong, mate. What reason have I got to be angry with you?” “Well, I was thinking” he mumbled “Maybe Jane.. you know… you kind of flipped out…” “Fuck you Paul” Gabby scowled at him and tossed back a shot and then another. “Fuck you” she said swallowing heavily. “IS he giving you some kind of trouble miss?” asked the bartender as he filled her shot glass up again. Gabby smiled bitterly “No, he’s fine. He’s just being a pretentious ass hole who thinks he’s the center of the universe” “Oh damn” the bartender sighed “I hate those types” Gabby laughed and down another shot. She got to her feet and swayed slightly. Paul grabbed her arm and she wrenched away, throwing herself off balance. “I said sod off” “Right, and let you get raped, good idea” She jerked away from him and stumbled into the crowd of dancers, dancing with herself until someone’s arm found its way around her waist, pulling her back into them. She leaned her head back and found she was staring into a pair of brown eyes she didn’t quite recognize. Or did she… “Keith?” she slurred “Gabby” It was Keith, the bleeding rolling stone guitarist. Oh god, ,he was attractive, wasn’t he. “Are you pissed?” he looked amused “Only a bit” she mumbled, stumbling a bit, he caught her, his arms holding her up more then she was standing on her own. “On uppers and some vodka…so” she st7umbled again “If I pass out just give me to John Lennon” “Right, would Ringo Starr do? OR does it have to be Beatle John in particular” Keith chuckled against her ear. “Sorry mate” Gabby was so drunk, she was only aware that she was being pulled away from one warm body and clasped into another one. “She’s a bit out of it, but she’s with me” Gabby’s head bobbed on Paul’s warm chest, she curled her hands up inside his stage jacket, grasping the collar of his shirt underneath. She recognized the smell of sugar as Paul and knew she was mad at him, but god who could be mad at someone who smelled like sugar. Keith and Paul exchanged a few more words and then Paul was dancing her away from the other dancers, and then carrying her when she would no longer move properly. They burst out of the club and Paul quickly moved away from the crowds of people so not to be spotted. He set Gabby down on her feet, s he was swaying and singing something off key but yet very quiet. “S’all right Gabby” he mumbled, rubbing her back. She looked up at him, her large green eyes glassy. Paul had been told that he had beautiful eyes, but eh didn’t think he could even compare to Gabby…. “Paulie” her voice cracked “I’m gonna be sick” Paul’s eyes went a bit wide and he had her turned around, holding her hair back before she started to empty the contents of her stomach onto the pavement. He heard a few people make comment and turn around a few hundred yards down the block but he didn’t care. The Indian curry from a few hours ago now lay in a puddle at their feet. Gabby was gasping for breath and spitting venomously. Paul stood her back up and held her close. He hailed the first taxi he saw and climbed inside pulling Gabby onto his lap as he went. She kept her mouth shut and lay against his chest like a child. For a moment, he thought she might be smelling him, but that passed. The taxi driver was asking where to go so Paul directed him to George and Ringo’s flat in Knightsbridge. The lights were on at the flat, to Paul’s surprise. He paid the driver and carried Gabby up to the front door, which was open also to Paul’s surprise. He set her down on the couch, making sure to set her on her side incase she was sick again and hurried back to the bedroom she shared with George in order to pull the covers on the bed back and fin her something to sleep in. Unfortunately, as he pushed the door open, Paul was greeted with the sight of George, with a tiny blonde girl he’d been dancing with at the Whiskey underneath him, quite involved and being noisy, as it were. Paul sighed and shut the door just as the girl gave a shout of orgasm. He went on to Ringo’s room and decided Ritchie wouldn’t mind taking the couch for Gabby’s sake. Paul carried her back there, trying to decide whether she was sleeping or simply being quiet. He placed her on Ringo’s bed gently and after a moments pause pulled off her shoes and stockings. He picked up one of Ringo’s dirty shirts from a nearby chair and changed her into it. Gaby’s body looked different, healthier, rounder, he was relived that her ribs were visable anymore when he laid her down. Paul really did care about her. He was finishing tucking her under the covers when she started to wake up, making mumbling incoherent sounds of nothingness. “mmhg.. garble…. Paul” she looked up at him, frowning and pushing a hand through her hair. She stared at him for a moment. “Paul…” Paul stared back. “Gabby…” he said softly, reaching out to touch her cheek. She looked at his hand and then back up to his face and hen jerked around, pulling the covers up around her shoulders as she said quite loudly “Sod off” |
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