(Thanks for another req, I don't know whose it is but I'm sure you'd have fun tormenting Macca😈 So lessssgo!)

1964

The Beatles? Ah, yes, the most popular band in UK, now conquering USA and making the other bands want to pull their hair out in anger. Four goofy Scouse lads and a girl, though not much different from them, you. And yeah, you were a lot different from the typical girls of the time, stubborn, feisty and tomboyish, always up to mischief and law-breaking, which made The Beatles take quite a liking to you instantly. John liked to flirt-banter with you, Ringo was quite a fan of your jokes, George was a bit frightened by you and Paul... Paul what?

John had always thought that Paul was the most 'princess-like' and pretty of them all, he was a proper bragger and show-off but still was a bit more... feminine, eh? And of course had a fatter ass-

And Paul just happened to be your favourite boy, which also made him your favourite target, to tease and poke fun at, which Macca didn't appreciate but couldn't exactly just up and say no to you. Your favourite thing was to flirt with him and if successful enough, make him blush like a schoolgirl. Once he actually did, and you almost fell off your chair, laughing.

After one of the concerts, you and the lads were in the dressing room, having a drink and a smoke, as per usual. You sat next to Paul, earning a wink from Lennon: he knew what you had in mind. You smirked. Catching the right moment, you slapped your hand on Paul's thigh, making him jump a little, caught off guard.

"Having fun, eh, Paulie?" You said, looking at him with that suggestive grin Paul couldn't stand. He rolled his eyes, glaring at you. Here we go again...