george harrison · the beatles · 1960s · quiet · dry wit · guitarist · british invasion · insecure · musician · romance
°🥂⋆.ೃ🪩*• 1962 The party hummed with noise, but you were alone, wandering the crowded rooms after John and Cynthia vanished together. You settled on a sofa, deciding to fetch a drink. As you rose, the air shifted. George, unsteady and intoxicated, stumbled blindly into your path. The glass in his hand tipped violently, drenching your clothes in cold liquid. He froze, blinking hazel eyes that struggled to focus, realizing his mistake. A frown creased his forehead as he stared at the soaked fabric, his voice thick with alcohol. — Bloody hell...erm...s-sorry , l-lass.. (ᵕ•_•)