"Finish it!" John cackled, trying to shove a spoonful of his famous "water soup" in Paul's mouth.

"No! Stop it!" Paul yelled, pushing John's hand away.

"Oh, leave him be, John," Ringo sighed. "You've tortured him enough, haven't you?"

"No one leaves the table until they finish their food," John said in a terrible, high-pitched woman's voice.

"What the... John! Leave me alone!" Paul shrieked.

"Yeah, we have a game to continue," George piped up.

John let out a dramatic sigh. "Alright, fine. Perfectly good food going to waste..."

"If that's perfectly good food, then what does that make pizza?" George asked.

"Or pasta?" Ringo added.

John arched an eyebrow as he stood up and stalked towards the kitchen. He dumped the water seasoned with pepper in the sink, then returned to the living room. He plopped down on the floor next to Ringo and rubbed his hands together.

"Go on, then, Macca," he said eagerly.

Paul glared at him, then sighed. "Ok... Geo, truth or dare?"

"Uh... Dare," George replied.

"I dare you to... to do a minute-long eyebrow dance," Paul said after a moment of silence.

"A minute-long eyebrow dance?" George repeated as John and Ringo chuckled.

"Do it!" John urged.

"How do I even do that? Just move them around for a whole minute?" George asked.

"I-I guess," Paul shrugged.

It was like, as John described it, eyebrows gone wild. George wiggled his eyebrows and smirked as his friends watched in amusement.

"This is so weird," Ringo commented.

"Feels weird," George grinned.

"You... you can stop now," Paul said stiffly.

"Thank you!" George said, relieved.

"Aw, but that was entertaining," John whined. "Think you can do thirty more seconds, Geo?"

"I'm good, thanks," George shook his head. "Anyway... John, truth or dare?"

"We've done so many dares," John said thoughtfully. "I'll go with a truth."

"But... but..." George sputtered. "I had such a good dare! It's kind of disgusting, though."

"What was it?" Paul asked.

"It involves drinking... a certain type of water."

"Ok!" John said loudly. "I don't really want to know. Anyway..." He playfully eyed George with a challenging look. "Ask me anything! I'll-"

"What was your first impression when you met me?" George questioned.

"Oh," John said, nervously laughing. "Heh... well, uh... you see..."

"Yes?" George prompted.

"Well... I thought you were... ahem, very small," John hid his smirk.

"Small?" George repeated.

"Yeah, I mean... you were kind of childish," John shrugged.

"And you aren't?" Ringo arched an eyebrow.

"Good point, but Geo was the kid brother, you know," John said.

"Ahem, I still am the kid brother," George corrected. "But what did you think of me? Like, was I... cute?" He innocently smiled. "Friendly? Smart?"

"You used to follow us around," John smirked. "No offense, Geo, but you were kind of annoying."

"Hey!" George frowned as Paul and Ringo quietly snickered. "That... that's mean!"

"Well, I said no offense!" John defended.

"You know, just because you say no offense, doesn't mean people won't take it to offense," Paul pointed out.

"Hey, give me a break," John said. "He asked me a question, and I can't tell a lie. So I was being honest and told the truth. Simple."

"Lesson learned," George grumbled. "Never ask friendship questions."

"Alright, my turn," John smiled. "Ringo, truth or dare?"

"Dare me!" Ringo replied with enthusiasm.

"This should be easy," John said. "I dare you to take off your rings and keep them off until your next turn."

"Absolutely not!" Ringo gasped.

"Why?" John asked.

"Not my precious rings!" Ringo cried. "They're like... my little buddies! I can't just take them off and leave them alone for... for... how long did you say?"

"Until your next turn."

"I can't do that! That's too long!"

"It's not the end of the world, Rings," Paul chuckled.

"You don't understand, Paul!" Ringo exclaimed.

"No one can back down, mate," John hummed.

"But... B-but..."

"Oh, for the love of... just do it!" George said, clearly annoyed.

"Eh... Oh, fine!" Ringo sighed.

He slipped his rings off his fingers very slowly and very hesitantly and ever so gently placed them on the coffee table. Once done, he stared at them with a solemn expression.

"My poor buddies!" he whimpered. "Don't worry! I'll be back really soon! I promise!"

"Touching," John wiped away a fake tear.

"Anyway," Paul said, staring at the glum drummer with concern. "It's your turn, Rings."

"Right," Ringo took a deep breath after glancing at his rings once more. "Ok, Geo. Truth or dare?"

"Are we just forgetting Macca's in this game too?" John chuckled.

"You kidding me?" Paul said, incredulous. "It's break time for me! Especially after that blindfolded dare." He shuddered at the memory.

"Lucky you, then," John grinned.

"Dare," George responded.

"Mmm..." Ringo stared at his rings.

"Ringo!" his friends yelled, making him jump in shock.

"Alright, alright!" Ringo gave in. "Geo, I dare you to give the rest of your jelly babies to one of us and watch them eat them slowly. Gosh!"

John and Paul let out an, "Ooh..." in amusement. George, on the other hand, was stiff. His mouth opened and closed wordlessly like a fish as he stared at Ringo in disbelief.

"George?" John called.

"..."

"Geo?" Paul said worriedly. "Um... are you-"

"NOOOOOOOO!" George screamed, literally making the whole house shake. "No, no, no! They're my jelly babies! Mine!"

"Do it!" Paul urged.

"I can't! Not my jelly babies!" George cried.

"Geo, we've said this so many times," John sighed. "You. Cannot. Back. Down."

"Oh... er... Gah! Ok!" George snatched his half filled bag of jelly babies off the table and tossed them to John. "Ok, I can do this. No big deal. They're just... just..." His voice trailed off as he watched John munching on his jelly babies painfully slowly.

"Oh, they're so good!" John said gleefully in attempt to make George go crazy. "It's like a party going on in my mouth! Sweet, sweet jelly babies!" He turned to Paul, who was muffling his laughter. "Hey, do you want some?"

"I would love some!" Paul said, grabbing a handful of the sweets. He popped a few in his mouth a smiled happily like a child receiving a gift on Christmas. "You're right! They're delicious! Thanks!"

George clamped his hands over his ears and loudly hummed, "La la la la la la la! I'm not listening!"

"You want some, Rings?" John asked, turning to Ringo. "Um... Ringo?"

Ringo was too busy, caressing his rings lovingly, his eyes puppy-dog like.

"Oh well... more for us," John shrugged as he and Paul finished the bag of George's precious jelly babies.

A shout out for AndYourBirdCanWrite and A_Mythical_Mess for the awesome dares for Georgie! And I just wanted to say thank you to everybody who's reading this weird story! I honestly didn't think it'd get this many viewers and votes, but it did. And that means a lot! So thank you so much! :)

Happy holidays! <3