You glanced up at the man in question that held the hat filled with many cards but a minimum of characters.
Minimum building down to four. Four Mop top of guys you liked to call 'friends' and returned the favor of doing so.
You never really wondered why they were your friends because simply, they were as crazy and senile as you were.
The corners of your lips twitched up as your hand was hesitantly hovering over the very rim of the hat. You tried to block all thoughts as you closed your eyes and finally dipped your hand into the hat.
" 'bout bloody time" muttered John who only gave a smirk that sorta resembled the one you grew.
"Oh hush" You waved your other hand at him, pulling the card out and giving it a good look.
Oh, you must be joking? Really. Of all people.
Ringo popped beside your shoulder, chuckling loudly.
"You're in luck, Lennon!" He chimed.
You squeaked, pushing away the big nosed man's face.
John wiggled his brows and even added a little hip shimmy. You covered your mouth, holding in your laugh and halfly covering your blush.
"Fun Time With Lennon starts..." John paused, glanced at a fake wrist watch, licked his finger and stuck it in the air and hummed.
"Now!" He moved forward, gripped your wrist and pulled you up. You dropped the card with his signature and guitar and was pulled close near him.
"Oi! Yer nawt in dah closet" George muttered with too much popcorn to bear.
Ringo just kinda squinted in his direction, raising a brow.
"You really need to lay off the popcorn, mate"
George hissed, popcorn flying everywhere.
John momentarily ignored the ongoing fight about food (that also led to fussing about weight then height then big noses and- yeah). He gestured his head to the closet as in the background the noise continued.
He stayed in place as you walked off to the closet, shutting the door when you were in.
You heard John grumbled at the other's about if they didn't settle down they couldn't get a piece. There was a smart remark from Paul and Ringo agreed. John must have rolled his eyes because there was silence and then footsteps.
The darkness had lit up, making you squint up at the figure.
" 'Ello" John nearly purred.
Oh.
The light in the closet flung on as John had pulled on the small light's string. He squished in, closing the door then pressing against a shelf.
"Here we meet again-"
"You guys better be in there for 7 minutes!" Fussed who knows anymore.
John kinda scowled at the closet door then slowly led his eyes back to you.
"As i was saying," he coughed as if nervous but then placed his hand back on the light's string, "We meet again"
The darkness consumed the room once more, your eyes adjusting for a moment. Before, though, you could focus on adjusting, strong hands wrapped around your waist.
"[Name]" John whined out, laying his head on your shoulder.
"[Name][Name][Name][Name]-" He stopped as he left a puzzled expression upon your face.
John then leaned upwards, placing a kiss or two to your neck and then to your cheek.
You shivered as you felt a strange tinge. This wasn't like last time. It was stranger and as if more full of love(?) than lust.
"Don't waste our time-" you found yourself saying, realizing John must be baby pouting at the moment.
Only by the glimmering light from the door cracks could you catch this though.
"Ya just wanna..oh i dunno the time, quick fuck then?" he muttered in a little pout.
"W-What? No i just-"
"Well i wont waste your time with the mush gush."
You grumbled under your breath, clinging your fingers in the front of his shirt.
"I just-"
Knock Knockity Knock Knock.
"Son of a-" Both of you two said at the same time and nearly both growling at the door.
The knocking continued even without words.
"I swear if it's McCartney-" John muttered.
The knocking stopped briefly.
John could only snort.