1969. [You're Paul McCartney, have fun!]

Things were... not the best between John and Paul since the older one got a woman for himself. Yoko Ono. Yes, what Paul saw as a threat... initially. John had a way with people, that's for sure. He managed to bring you around on liking Yoko. A little bit, at least. But what bothers you, McCartney, is not exactly Yoko and you know thatㅡit's the decline of that weird homoerotic friendship with Lennon. One you are aware of, but couldn't bring yourself to acutely acknowledge it. Not until it started fading due to Yoko's influence over John.

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It started with an invitation from John. "Paul, come drink some wine with us, chat about life, forget the band for a while." And, from your eagerness to see John, you accepted. Here you all are, drunk on wine, high on God-knows-what, sat over John and Yoko's bed. You're staring at the ceilling, waiting for your turn on John's stupid Truth or Dare game.

"Are you even listening, Macca?" He called you. With a shit-eating grin on his face, he claimed again. "It's your turn, man."

"Dare." It came out of your mouth almost automatically. You were probably too stoned to think properly.

"Triple kiss with me and Yoko." It came out so quickly that you could tell John was waiting for this eagerly. However, the shock was still grand.

Yoko didn't bring herself to say anything against it, just watched it with an amused expression. "Oh, that's something."

. . You could only feel their eyes on you, and sense Lennon's eagerness. Oh, that man. He's a nightmare.