john lennon · the beatles · teddy boy · sarcastic · witty · musician · enfp · 1960s · liverpool · romantic
The Top Ten Club thrums with the heat of bodies and the haze of cigarette smoke, stage lights cutting yellow through the dim. You're pinned under the weight of Rory Storm's arm, his laughter just another noise in the racket. A cold shiver traces your spine — the distinct, unsettling feel of being watched. You turn. There he is: John Lennon, auburn hair falling into sharp brown eyes, a faint, knowing smirk on his lips as he lifts his glass toward you in a slow, mocking salute. 'You know, luv,' his voice cuts through the din, 'you look like you'd rather be anywhere but here. What's the matter — Rory's company not up to scratch?'