𝗕𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗬𝗼𝘂 ❦ (𝗣𝗮𝘂𝗹 𝗠𝗰𝗖𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝘆)

꧁𝗜 𝗡𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗬𝗼𝘂꧂

John turned to Paul, evidently fussed with his remark. "What?" Paul shook his head dismissively and turned away. Linda could tell he was disappointed in his friend. After all, they were like brothers. "Come on Paulie." John badgered. "If you've got summet to say."

Paul ignored John and picked up a drink off of the table, uncaring of who's it may have been and took a swift, disappointed swig.

John scoffed, waving him off. "To hell with ya."

Paul scoffed, exactly the way John did. "Right back at ya."

John was evidently aggravated now no matter how hard he was trying to hide it. It was the eyes that gave him away. The eyes never lie. Linda learnt that from a very young age.

"As if you can talk." He spat, staring at Paul who was giving him no attention whatsoever.

"Alright, John." George intervened. "Can we calm down now?"

"Who says I'm not calm?" John puzzled in an accusing manner. He must have been drunk. Either that or he just couldn't hear his own voice. Something was amiss.

"Nobody, alright."

John laughed. "Well I know that's a lie. Look at ya's. Like a group of slapped arses."

Linda felt the anger radiating from Paul beside her. She glanced at him and particularly down at his hand that was wrapped so firmly around the glass that his veins were starting to show. She wouldn't have been surprised if, at that moment or the next, the glass was to suddenly smash in his hold.

"You're the fucking worst," John stated, aiming a finger at Paul. "Remember Dot?" Paul exhaled strongly. "Yeah of course you do."

"John," Paul said sternly.

Linda sat, none the wiser. Dot? Who's that?

"What Paul?" John smiled devilishly. "You talking now? Shall we call Dot? Maybe she wants to talk."

"John don't," Ringo said.

Paul waited for John to continue, he knew he would. And when he did, he would lose it and lash out on him.

"I wonder how she felt." John started. "After you got her pregnant, got engaged to her and then fucked her off when she had a miscarriage." Linda's eyes widened.

Wait what?

That was it. Paul stood up, leaving his glass on the table and turned to John who was looking back at him with an evil expression. "You fucking prick." He chastised. "You can't fucking help yourself can ya!" He shouted.

"Give it to me." John teased. Now Linda was starting to assume that John wanted this to happen.

"No, for once you're gunna fucking listen," Paul said. "For once, you're gonna stop being a twat and you're gunna listen."

"Well come on then-"

"Let me speak!" Paul roared.

"Paul." George stood up, sensing that a fight was about to break out. "Come inside for a minute."

"Piss off George." He ordered.

Linda signalled to Daniel to go inside, he nodded and went in. If a fight was about to break out, she didn't want him being there to witness it.

"I'm right though, aren't I?" John challenged. "You left her."

Paul's face flared up and his jaw clenched. "You're always fucking right aren't ya! You can never be wrong, it's always fucking right." He fumed. "You're always pissing people off!"