Johnny?" You asked, gripping the feather-filled pillow under your head, talking at night like you usually did. "Yes, love?"
You smiled mischievously, that smile you knew John couldn't resist. Pulling the pillow from under you skillfully, hitting John in the face. "Darlin' you are gonna get it!" He yelled. Whacking me right in the side,

You groaned "JOHN!"

"What the-" You heard the door of the hotel bedroom open. "What the-" a deep voice, Ringo's.

"Oh." George's unmistakable Scouse accent said. You looked over your shoulder to see Paul, George and Ringo in their pajamas and robes. John hit me with the pillow to throw me down.

"John?" Paul asked. "Yes, Paul?" John mumbled.

"Could we join?"

"I don't see why not." You tried to free your wrists from John's grip.