by cloudy_blue

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Summary:

Sometimes, when they get like this – John, mostly, but Paul too if he drinks enough – filthy and suggestive, innuendos so pointed it feels almost like flirting – well, Ringo does wonder.

Forty-five minutes in New Brighton, October 1962. Or, five conversations in a night.

Why I like this fic:

A very sweet and funny glimpse into a night out with the Beatles while Brian and George try to deal with all that John and Paul business, Ringo tries to get used to being in the band, and Paul obsesses about whether Little Richard will show up

I love the way the 5 POVs show different glimpses into the evening - especially George’s. We need more George POVs.

“Well, George knows and he doesn’t mind –”

“I do mind,” George says, but they ignore him.