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"About this... friend of yours," Ringo winced as he tried lifting himself up, his stomach and arms screaming at him to stop. He forced himself to climb up.

"What about it?" George replied nonchalantly, eyes glancing from his bum and back at him.

He rolled his eyes.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

"Okay."

Click.

Ringo's cheeks turned red.

"George did you just---"

"What are you fucking wankers waiting for? A bloody presidential's greeting?" A voice hissed in the darkness of the window. "Just fucking climb up, will you?"

"A little help would be nice." He grunted.

"Ugh. Fine." A face came out. He had brown eyes (rather long eyelashes, Ringo adds mentally) and a round face. He was wearing what hipsters would call "Buddy Holly" glasses.

A hand extended out. Ringo grasped it, shivering a bit when his hand was cold.

"So," The bloke muttered. "You're Richard Starkey."

"I prefer Ringo."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Paul." He grins. "So, how's George like? Slow? Rough? Sweet?"

"Knock it off, Macca." George scowls, bending down as he came in through the window.

"We haven't really done it before." He mumbles, nibbling nervously on his bottom lip.

His doe eye went wide.

"What?!"

"Paul---"

"Geo." He broke in. "What the fuck do you mean you haven't fucked him?"

"What do you mean?" Ringo asks, eyes darting nervously from Paul to George. He gives George a confused look. He lost count of all the f-words that poured out of Paul's mouth.

"Rings I need you too... head out of the room for a while." George says slowly, carefully even. As if he was treading on fragile glass.

"Whatever you need to say to Paul, you could say it to me." Ringo humphed, arms crossed.

"Oh my god," Paul breathes. "He doesn't know."

"Of fucking course he doesn't know!" George's voice echoes in the bathroom, regretting it when it came out louder than he expected.

"James Paul Mccartney!"

Paul paled. "Shit." He cursed. "Yes dad?"

"What did I tell about cursing?"

"I-It was... uh... A video! Jus' a music video, dad!" He yells. "You know! Those, erm, darn pop music! I accidentally clicked on the uncensored version!"

"Youngsters and their music..." They heard Mr. Mccartney grumble. "Just go to bed, will ya?" Paul sighed in relief when his footsteps faded away.

"Ehem." Ringo cleared his throat, an angry look in his face. "What the heck do I need to know?"

George gulped.

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