“I’m gonna tell her that you said that.”
“I don’t fucking care. Tell her I got the stick from her broom closet.” Elliot carefully slides into the booth in the corner before turning back to me. “For your information, it’s not my ass that’s making me uncomfortable right now, it’s my dick.”
Henley’s lips curl up in disgust. “Fucking gross. You have an STD or something?”
“No. I got my dick pierced.”
I freeze before taking my seat next to him. “Are you fucking serious?”
“I told you I was going to do it, and since none of you would go with me, I went by myself. One of the tattoo artists held my fucking hand.”
I wince. “You really let some dude stick a needle through your dick?”
“It was a chick who did the piercing, but yeah.”
Henley shakes his head, his mouth still turned up like he’s in pain for our friend as he slides in the booth next to me, our knees knocking since Elliot is spread out as much as he can. “I hope to God Elodie never leaves me if dick piercings are the new thing to do after a relationship ends.”
Elliot flips off Henley again just as Fletcher comes over and takes a seat next to Henley. “What’s going on? Why does Elliot look like he needs to take a shit?”
“I got my fucking dick pierced!” Elliot shouts loud enough for the entire room to hear. Some of the guys clap for him, others wince and ask him what the fuck he did that for.
Fletcher peers back at Elliot from across the table. “The consensus is that you’re nuts.”
“Did you get your nuts pierced too?” Henley asks through a laugh.
“No, just an apadravya piercing.”
“What the fuck is that?” Fletcher asks.
Elliot reaches for one of the glasses of water that had been placed on the table before we arrived. “Look it up.”
“Fuck no. I don’t need to see other guy’s dicks.”
“Did it hurt?” Henley adds.
Elliot shrugs. “Honestly, the healing is worse than the piercing. But I’ll be back up and running in a few weeks.”
“I thought your dick was broken,” I chime in.
Elliot glares at me. “My dick isnotbroken. And the next woman I take to bed is going to appreciate what I went through for her pleasure and mine.”
“I heard ribbed condoms are supposed to help with that,” Henley says, laughing still.
Fletcher high fives him but Elliot grows serious. “You just keep cracking your jokes, but once the girls find out what I did, don’t come crying to me when they start asking you to do the same.”
Fletcher and Henley’s smiles fall instantly. “Why would the girls find out?”
“Because you fuckers are gonna go home and tell them like you do everything else.” Elliot tosses his thumb in my direction. “You did it with Rhonan and Vienna’s situation.”
“Yeah, well I’m sure as fucknotgoing to tell Vienna about this because there will be no needles coming in contact with my penis. Ever,” I say.
Fletcher nods in agreement. “Same here.”
Henley contemplates his answer. “No, I’m good.”
“Speaking of Vienna, you never told us about your date,” Fletcher cuts in as Elliot and Henley turn their attention to me.
I bring my glass of water to my lips as I see the waitress headed in our direction for our drink order. “Was I supposed to?”
