𝗕𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗬𝗼𝘂 ❦ (𝗣𝗮𝘂𝗹 𝗠𝗰𝗖𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝘆)

꧁𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗖𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗗𝗼 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁꧂

Susan came off the phone, a ghostly pale look on her face. That couldn't have been her mum. Unless she threatened to kill her. But that was too unrealistic.

"Who was it?" Barbara asked.

"Just-"

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, cutting her off. The door opened and a sympathetic George walked in.

"You alright?" He asked Susan but judging by her facial expression already knew it wasn't going to be good. "Ringo's gone with Maureen, to talk it out an all."

Talk what out?

"How did she know where to find him?" Susan queried.

"She must have called Eppy or something." He shrugged. "To be fair, he didn't know about you and Rings until now." George glanced at Barbara who quickly looked away. It must have been difficult for him to cope in the same room with her after everything that had happened between them.

"This is a disaster." Susan sighed, hanging her head in her hands. Disaster was definitely the right term. "I feel ill."

"It's not your fault." Barbara defended.

"But he's HER boyfriend." She exasperated. "And here I am ruining their relationship." Linda dared to differ.

On the contrary, it takes two to tango.

"Susan, it was already ruined a long time ago," George said. "And really, you're the one who opened the lad's eye to finally realise that."

How romantic.

"What's going to happen now?"

"Any second now, Ringo's gunna tell her the truth." Susan looked up at him.

"Everything?" She worried.

"Just how he feels. He knew he wanted to end it when they went on that break." George took a breath. "You lot should come over, have a drink maybe. It might calm you down." He gave Susan a warm smile before closing the door behind him as he left.

The room was silent for a moment. No one knew what to say.

"We should go for a drink." Barbara finally said to Linda's instant disapproval.

"Really?" She exclaimed.

"The man's right." She turned to Susan. "You need cheering up."

Nice one Barbs. That's great. Get pissed, everything will be fine.

"I'm fine," Susan answered rather unconvincingly. Once again, she was unable to hide her true feelings.

"Come on, what else is there to do?" Barbara grinned at Linda. "We'll have a game of shots."

"Is that really all you can think of?" Linda shot her a look. And after saying it, realised how stupid that question was. Of course, it was all she was thinking of.

"What else are we gunna do? Cry together in bed?" She teased. "I don't think so." Barbara started walking towards the door.

"You don't have to," Linda said to Susan who was still trying to pull herself together.

"No, I don't mind." She sniffled. "Have you got a tissue?" Linda nodded and rummaged through her bag, handing Susan some tissues. "Thanks." She said whilst blowing her nose.

"Let's go." Barbara huffed impatiently and opened the door.

"We're coming!" Linda snapped back and waited until Susan was walking to follow shortly behind closing the door behind her.

꧁꧂

Linda sat in her usual corner in the boys' room whilst they reassured Susan that she was better than Maureen in every possible way. Even going so far as to bash Maureen's looks and personality.

What nice men.

The door went and Eppy peaked his head in. "Ringo back yet?" He asked, obviously having no intention of staying for a drink. Maybe Linda should go with him. The boys all shook their heads whilst John chuckled to himself. He was a character indeed. It seemed almost a joke to him. Eppy sighed and shut the door.

Susan looked down, her jelly legs making their return. She glanced at Barbara who had already seen her situation and gave her a sincere nod.

"Be back in a sec." She stood up and made her way to the door.

"Where-" Before Barbara could finish her sentence, Susan was already gone. She sighed and picked up a glass. Linda rolled her eyes.

Of course. Alcohol fixes everything in the world of Barbara.

Linda then caught Paul looking at her and decided to pour herself a drink in front of him just to mess with his head some more.

And messing with his head was definitely what she did. Paul couldn't fathom or get his head around anything she did. Whenever he thought he was working her out, she would do something different or even just look at him in a different way and completely fuck up his brain.

How the fuck can she say she doesn't drink and then drink a glass of whiskey? She's not playing fair.

Linda took a long sip, staring at him the whole time and licked her lips.

"You like watching girls drink?" She teased. Paul blinked.

Fucking great, now she's taking the piss.

"It's okay, I don't mind. You can watch if you want." Linda grinned.

Paul cleared his throat and quickly revived his composure. "You're right. I like watching you drink." He smiled.

Linda gave him an unconvinced look. "Now now McCartney. Don't think you can fool me. I know your game." She said.

Paul's eyes darkened, almost with intention. "And what game is that then?" He asked, a little sinisterly.

"I'm not gunna tell you." She said and took another sip. "I just want you to know that I know. That's all."

Paul bit his lips, his gaze so intense that Linda was starting to wonder what was happening. He seemed enticed, definitely. But intimidated. Hardly. He didn't care what she knew.

A typical Liverpudlian.

"Fine by me." He said and took a swig of his own drink. "Why don't you come sit over here? Now that you've decided to be so sexy." He wiggled an eyebrow.

Linda felt a sour sensation at the back of her throat after he said that but she had to remain placid. It's a game after all.

"I might." She said. "You'll have to wait and see." A small smile escaped her.

"Ok," Paul replied simply.