The first thing he saw was her auburn hair. It was long, thick, and wavy. The next thing he noticed was her emerald eyes that seemed to glow. Her skin was pale and she had a few light freckles plastered across her nose. George couldn't stop looking at her.

      She'd come in the door to the club and was now making her way to an empty table where she could watch them perform. George suddenly felt a strong urge to show off, but he reminded himself about Lovie. Remember her? Your girlfriend? his mind scolded him. Stop checking out other girls, you sod! He lowered his eyes and tried not to look at her, but it was hard. Her hair was so beautiful and it seemed like it was a mane and . . . What was he doing?!? Stop it!

      They finished Paul's big number, "A Taste of Honey," and it was time for a well-deserved break. They got off the stage and George went over to talk to her. He could hear some teasing words coming from his friends behind him, but he didn't care.

      "Hello," he said sheepishly, awkwardly putting his hand on the table. She eyed him with skeptical green eyes.

      "Which one are you?" she asked in a thick German accent. Her English was better than that of other people there.

      He was surprised; she acted as if she already knew who they were. "Oh, I'm George Harrison," he said with a crooked smile, his canine teeth peeking out.

      Recognition flashed through her eyes and she sat up straighter in her chair. "It's nice to meet you, George," she said in a tense sort of way. "I'm Jess."

      "Pretty," he said, half to himself, eyes going down . . .

      Jess cleared her throat loudly, in a way that suggested she was very irritated. George wondered what was wrong with him. It could have been those pills, Prellies, they were called. He usually didn't act this way. He probably seemed like a jerk.

      "I'm sorry," he said, rubbing the back of his head with his hand. "I'm sorry for, uh, looking." Jess gave him a look that said she wanted to bite his head off, so he quickly continued, "Would you like to, um, go out some time?" He shifted nervously from one foot to the other, no being able to meet her eyes. Why was he doing this?

      "No," she said flatly. There was a moment of silence between them before she asked casually, "Don't you have a girlfriend, George?" The way she said 'girlfriend' suggested something off. He studied her for a moment, wondering how she could know.

      "No," he said, but quickly caught himself. "I mean, yes, I mean— "

      "You mean yes," she said, glaring at him.

      "Hey, George, are you going to introduce us to your friend?" came John's voice behind him. John, Paul, and Pete had come to meet the girl. Stu was off talking to Astrid Kirchherr in a quiet way that suggested some intimacy.

      "Yeah, this is Jess," he said.

      "Hello, Jessie," John said, practically shouldering George out of the way to lean on the table. "I'm John."

      "And I'm Paul," Paul said, trying to look over John's back to talk to her. Jess had a look of complete and utter disgust, and she looked as though she really wanted to hit one of them.

      "Pete," Pete said, nodding to her, trying to act cool and not like a loon like the others.

      "Yeah," she said, standing up from the table. "And I'm leaving." She pushed her way through a crowd of people to get out of the club.

      "What was up with her, George?" John asked, the three of them turning to look at George.

      "I don't know," he said, hearing the door to the place slam.

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moves_like_jagger: I met them.

loveshackB-52: Really?!? That's awesome!!!

loveshackB-52: What was George like?

moves_like_jagger: Lovie, I don't want to hurt you like this.

loveshackB-52: Oh, God.

loveshackB-52: What was he doing? Was he making out with someone? Please tell me, Jess!

moves_like_jagger: He tried to pick up on me. He stared at my boobs and then asked me out on a date.

loveshackB-52: I'm crying

moves_like_jagger: I'm sorry, Lovie.

loveshackB-52: im not just crying im sobbing

moves_like_jagger: Whoa.

moves_like_jagger: Your punctuation and capitalization just went out the window, Lovie.

loveshackB-52: i dont care

moves_like_jagger: Do you want me to go back and beat him up for you? I really wanted to, but wasn't sure if I should.

loveshackB-52: It's fine. Don't beat him up.

moves_like_jagger: Why?!?

moves_like_jagger: He completely deserves it!!!

loveshackB-52: I'm going to message him.

moves_like_jagger: Really?!? If I were you, I'd just stop talking to him and ignore him. See how he likes them apples.

loveshackB-52: I need to talk to him about this.

moves_like_jagger: Okay. Whatever. Bye.

* * *

loveshackB-52: George, be honest.

loveshackB-52: Have you cheated on me since you've arrived in Hamburg?

hazza: Stop being worried, Lovie.

loveshackB-52: It's a yes or no question! Please answer me!

      There was a long pause and Lovie started to cry again. His answer finally came, but that was after she'd gone through an entire box of tissues.

hazza: The second night I did something I shouldn't have.

loveshackB-52: What was that?

hazza: I hired a girl.

hazza: I'm so sorry, Lovie. I feel terrible for doing this to you.

loveshackB-52: What about today?

hazza: What do you mean?

loveshackB-52: My best friend Jess lives in Hamburg. I asked her to come and see you and she said you were checking her out and asked her out on a date.

hazza: That was your best friend?!?

hazza: Lovie, I'm so sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me.

hazza: They've given us pills to keep us awake, and I'm not normal.

hazza: I'm so sorry.

      She couldn't reply. She buried her head in the pillow on her bed and sobbed.

hazza: Lovie?

hazza: Can you reply, please?

hazza: I love you so much.

hazza: I'm really sorry