Author's Note: This is yet another short by the lovely Emily (Who, let's face it, has better ideas than me when it comes to this stuff!).
New Year's Eve
Everyone was there. The Stones. of course, who were good friends with the lads, had shown up a bit later than usual. Townshend, Entwhistle and Daltrey had managed to be on time with their girls, but Moon and his had shown up hours late, as per usual.
The hosts of this year's party were scattered about the room. Starr and Moon had gotten into a drinking contest, much to the chagrin of their birds.
Harrison was smoking and talking guitar chords with Keith Richards, Jagger occasionally throwing in his two cents.
However, two of the party hosts were seemingly absent. In one corner of the club, hidden from most people, John hadn't been able to wait until midnight to perform the traditional New Year's kiss, and was snogging his girlfriend. Fortunately, they only scared a few people that had been around trying to find a place to do the same thing.
Paul and his bird were sitting at a table, Paul's arms around her shoulders, looking at the clock and waiting for the all-important countdown.
"I'll be back, love," he said, kissing her cheek.
It didn't take Paul very long to find the preoccupied couple.
"John," he said. John didn't notice. "John. John! Oi, Lennon!"
John managed to stop kissing his bird long enough to glare at his mate. Courtney blushed a bit more than she already was.
"Yes, Paulie," John growled, a bit out of breath.
Paul rolled his eyes. "Can ye stop sucking yer bird's face long enough to do the countdown with us?"
John's eyes widened, realizing he'd almost forgotten. "C'mon, love!"
Paul watched his two friends run out and rejoin the party, then glanced at the clock. 11:58. He hurried back to where Emily was waiting.
"So," she started, "Where's the git?"
Paul scanned the room. "Ah, right there. Lookit 'im, 'is hands're shakin."
Said scouse git was nervous to say the least. Digging in his pocket for a little black box, he started on the little speech he'd been practicing for weeks.
"Courtney," he started out, trying to hide the wavering in his voice. Courtney looked at him; his sudden demeanour change surprised her. "There's something've been meanin to ask ye, love. 've been in love with ye since the moment I saw ye at the Cavern, an even though I can't imagine me feelings for ye getting any stronger, I know the will, cos they do everyday."
John's hand had finally found the box as the clock ticked 11:59. "I want to be with ye until the day I die, an I was wonderin if, maybe," he knelt down on one knee, taking the little box out of his pocket and opening it to reveal a sparkling ring, "Ye'd consider startin the new year off as this scouser's fiancé?"
The crowd began counting down as Courtney stood there in shock.
"Nine!" She blinked.
"Eight!" "John, I..."
"Seven!" John's face fell, thinking she was rejecting him.
"Six!" "John, no! I mean-" "'s alrigh, love."
"Five!" "Ye're not listening, John!"
"Four!" "If ye don want to marry me, tha's alrigh! 's fine!
"Three!" "John Lennon! Yes!"
"Two!" "W-what?"
"One!" "Oh, bloody hell!"
"Happy New Year!" everyone cried out as Courtney pulled John into a kiss as an unmistakeable answer to his question. John grinned and put his arms around her, deepening the kiss.
Happy New Year!