You carelessly slid onto the couch, hands gripping a bowl of popcorn as in doing so. George followed, only sitting close mainly for the popcorn.
Figures.
You chuckled, seeing as he dipped in hand into the bowl, pulling literally a handful of popcorn.
"Oi, Slow down big fellah" John muttered, giving a glance as he moved to his record player. He glanced at his records, flipping through them.
"Aye, you'll get yourself a stomach ache" Ringo agreed as he sat on the farthest chair near the telly. He had his legs crossed all girlishly (okay maybe it was really more of his foot on his knee, the man kind of cross leg deal.)
George only growled at the two Beatles' remarks.
"Growl all ye want" John murmured, trying to find the perfect song for the mood that was about to begin.
And what mood you ask?
The mood for 7 minutes in heaven of course.
Such a fun game, you told the mop-topped men. They heard nothing of the game and once you described the game, somehow or another they were intrigued by the game. You wondered why.
All in all, they decided to have a party for the event. Some music, popcorn, drinks. Anything to satisfy.
You didn't mind. Spending time with these four have always bound to have some sort of excitement.
Paul walked over near John, glancing over his shoulder.
"Hmm, Oh. Oh oh, yes," Paul leaned, pointing to a record album
"Play that one"
John rose a brow, glancing up Paul. He shrugged, grabbing the album and walked to his recorder. He put it on.
You were curiously glancing over to see what was chosen. Because of course you were picky with types of music, but hey, they had good taste. Yet you were always in or out of the mood for all kinds of genres or songs.
It was till the song played were you annoyed from curiosity. Now you had a slight smirk to your face.
[Favorite 60s Song] started playing.
To George's fortune, you hand him the bowl and stood up.
"Now that we go the music going, how about we start?" You moved to the counter of the kitchen, coming back with a bowl.
"Oh great! More popcorn!" George exclaimed, out stretching his hands.
"It's the bowl for the game, dummy" you laughed, placing it on the coffee table.
George frowned deeply, mouth full of popcorn.
John was watching you from across the room, smiling.
"Hmm, Well let's get this game started" John called out, patting his record player.
"Who's to start?" Ringo mumbled, leaning forward on the chair he was seated on.
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