Apple Core:

John:
I think he's bloody wasted

George:
He looks aright to me
Ringo, tie braking vote?

Ringo:
Paul was talking to guy next to him
- peace and love 😎✌️💖🌟🎶☮️☮️

George:
Oh

Ringo:
There was no one sitting next to him
- peace and love 😎✌️💖🌟🎶☮️☮️

John:
Alright, then. I'll go and get him to bed

George:
Marry each other

John:
Are you serious, George
Stop making these jokes

George:
It's not a joke if its going to happen, eh?

John:
McLennon isn't real
Unfortunately

Ringo:
Unfortunately?
- peace and love 😎✌️💖🌟🎶☮️☮️

John:
I wouldn't have to waste my time with birds no more
No more chasing after Kim

George:
So you admit it then, you are chasing her

John:
Only love
Writing songs

Ringo:
You've given too much thought to this
- peace and love 😎✌️💖🌟🎶☮️☮️

What
What is going on here

Ringo:
John's got a bit of crush on you, apparently
- peace and love 😎✌️💖🌟🎶☮️☮️

I agree, to be honest
Life would be great if I were gay

George:
We're all little gay, aren't we

John:
I'm screenshoting this and sending it to your girlfriend

George:
Blimey, I'm only trying get you to love one another

...

Paul put down his phone. He stumbled out of his seat. He was done with today. He was done with trying to have fun when people wouldn't cooperate with him. He took careful steps towards the elevator but found it too full to get into when it arrived. Not wanting to wait for the next elevator, Paul searched for the stairs.

It was only ten floors, anyway. And what was that saying, the one about one being at one's best shape when they were pissed? It sounded true enough to him. He opened the door that lead to the stair case and started descending.

Wasn't his room in an upper level? But what level was it again?

Eh, the hell with it. He started walking, in no particular direction. He followed the stairs, wherever they may lead. And eventually, he collided with a tall figure. Or was that the wall?

"Fuck you, Paul!" A familiar voice said. Paul wondered if his masquerade had fallen off. How did this person know his name? He reached out to touch his face, getting a slap from John. The slap was enough to send Paul stumbling.

He tried to reach for the wall, but instead, he stumbled down a few stairs. "Oh fuck me, please don't tell me I killed you!"

Paul let out a groan as his arm landed with a crack. John reached to help him up but in the process, the two of them fell. Paul landed on top of John's thigh. Paul laid his head back and closed his eyes -- the world was too fuzzy to keep his eyes open and whatever he'd fallen on was comfortable and firm. The doors of stairs opened.

John turned his head towards the direction of the door.

"Are you alright?" A voice asked. Paul tried to turn his head in the direction of the voice but his head felt too heavy. "Do you need help?"

"I'm alright!" John called out. He shifted Paul off him and got up. The girl went down the stairs, and with John, they helped bring Paul up.

"Are you okay? Do you need some ice? A doctor?" The concerned voice asked.

Paul opened his eyes and was suddenly out in the hallway. "Clara?"

"What's your name?" She asked him.

"Paul," John said. "His name is Paul."

"Should we take him to his room?" Clara asked. John nodded his head they walked down the hallway, one of Paul's arms around John as they walked. Clara had let go and instead was leading them down the hallway and towards the elevator.

When they stepped in an elevator John pressed a button, taking control of the situation. He smirked at people that looked his way and leaned Paul back on the wall, so he wouldn't fall. Once the elevator doors opened and they reached their floor, they stumbled out of the hallway and John lead the way.

"I think its 218," Paul said, rubbing his head.

"You git, it's 619," John rolled his eyes. "Are you okay to walk on your own now?"

"Eh," he took a step forward, stepping away from John and nearly collided with the floor. John reached out to him, grabbing him by the coat and muttering curse words under his breath. They arrived at the room and John gave the key to Clara, so she could open.

They stepped inside. And John sat Paul on the bed. "I'm going to get some ice," Clara said. She closed the door after herself, leaving John and Paul.

"You need to go, John. Go right now," Paul instructed.

"I what?" He questioned. "You could have a bloody concussion right now! What we need is a doctor. You may have broken something with your little spill!"

"Ugh, I'm fine, mum," he waved an arm around.

John tried to get Paul to stay up. "Come on, we're going to a doctor right now. We aren't going to sit around."

"I've got a plan," Paul announced. "You leave. I seduce Clara. I sleep with Clara. The end. We all live happily ever after. But do you see what the first step in that perfect scenario is? You leave."

"Oh, really? She's going to want to sleep with you in your state?" John laughed.

"I've got this really great thing called, pity, on my side," Paul said. John rolled his eyes and when Clara announced, he gave a little bow. (Or at least Paul thought he did.) And then he exited the room.

Clara had ice wrapped around a plastic bag. She sat besides him on the bed and put the plastic bag on his forehead. She held back on the bag, so it wouldn't fall off.

She swept strands of his hair away from his forehead. "I'm in school to be a nurse, you know."

"Oh, you are? That sounds marvelous!" He said. "What type of people are you hoping to lend your hand to?"

"Children," Clara said. She looked thoughtful as she looked at him, a far off look in her eyes. He reached out to her, touching her cheek. Clara was surprised but she didn't move, letting Paul touch her cheek.

"I think you'll be a great nurse. You are already doing a good job at helping me," he said. Clara gave him a smile and Paul returned it.

"I should really go," she said. "I was only supposed to get drinks for a client."

"Darling?" He asked, as Clara stood up and walked towards the door.

"Yes?"

"This is my room. Meet me here at two?"

Clara sucked in her breath. "I'll think about it."