He shot another glare at Rocket. “Someone got handy with the tattoo gun while under the influence, and someone here ended up with dicks tattooed on him.”
The fuck? I shoved his arm away from my chest, amid curses as he rapidly stopped the tattoo gun, and I leaned over to checkGlory’s tattoo, which he was adding on her side, opposite where the removed tattoo had been.
“It’s okay, I’m just doing the design she approved, brother.”
“NO DICKS,” I said firmly, jabbing a finger in his direction as he started laughing harder, at least making sure he stopped tattooing while he did that.
“There’s a story there,” Glory said, having been chatting with Elise over Rocket’s shoulder as she watched them.
Since Rocket wasn’t tattooing, Elise kicked him in the ass, and glared at him too.
“Yeah, some people shouldn’t tattoo while high.”
High?“What the fuck are you people talking about?”
“Remind us to tell you about the Halloween Patchover sometime, brother. It was a riot.”
“It was a fucking nightmare.”
“I hear that,” Micro said, leaning over me to check my ink, “looking good though. Look at you becoming a real person.”
“Fuck you, Pres.”
He grinned. “Aw you sound like one of us already.”
“Okey dokey, I’m off to writhe up against my old lady on the dance floor. See ya later.”
The fucker slapped his hand down on my chest, narrowly avoiding the new tattoo, which I knew was intentional, but still, what a dick move.
“This is the guy I want as my Pres?” I asked as he headed out through the door, letting in a blast of booming bass which made it impossible to discern which song was playing, and I hadn’t been paying attention anyway, because hello, lifechanging moment here.
“He’s good people,” Rocket asserted, getting back to tattooing, while Has grumbled.
“Says the dick assaulter… wait, that just sounds disturbing. Not that tattooing dicks on people isn’t disturbing.”
“Better than having your dick tattooed,” Rocket pointed out, while I mentally cupped my junk, since moving right now would mean permanent fucked up ink.
“Well, of course, he has that too.”
“Rocket does?”
“Micro.”
I stared between the two bantering morons, wondering how the fuck we ended up talking about our Pres’ dick. Talk about making it weird.
“Do I want to know?”
“Nope.”
Rocket drew Glory into conversation about tattooing then, even offering to let her take over part of hers, which she immediately refused, but I was starting to realise why this tattoo business was bugging me so much. It should be her marking my skin, not him. Not Has.
“Stop.”
He froze, lifting his hands as he darted a quick glance at Rocket and Glory.
“Brother?”
“You’re not changing your mind?!” Glory gasped at me, and I shushed her pretty rapidly to explain, my fingers over her lips, because Jesus, I didn’t want her thinking I didn’t want this with her.
