1958

you, john and his bandmates were hanging out at the cavern club, drinking, laughing, dancing, and just messing around. it had been a good night. up until stuart made a harmless, or, not so harmless, joke saying john was too old to be dating you, and john went crazy. he was drunk, so his temper was worse than ever, and he pushed start harshly.

"john, mate, it was a joke." pete, another friend of his, spoke up, trying to calm him down, but john was having none of it, and he pushed pete away too.

"well it was fucking hilarious, really." he slurred sarcastically, obviously in a bad mood now, and he pushed past the group of friends and you, but everyone followed him.

"come on, you're acting like a bloody kid." george said in a sarcastic tone, and john turned around abruptly, staring down at the younger bandmate.

"oh i'm acting like a kid? bugger off harrison, before i punch you in the face." he shouted angrily, his words drunk and his movements sloppy as everyone stood in front of him in the middle of the crowd of people in the club.

you were used to this, but it got draining overtime. why did john get so sensitive over a little joke? you worried about him.