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AnnMarie looked at him, her expression mixed with fondness, amusement, and a little pity. "Finn says you design tattoos for a living. Have you done any of Adam's?"
There was a tingle of excitement at the idea of Finn talking with his friends about me. "No, not yet. Adam's artwork is done mostly out of town. He's too good for us."
"Hey, if you'd been working when I started getting my ink, it would have all been done by you," Adam replied, still not moving from his cloud-watching position. "But I've still got a blank space. What would you design for me?"
I looked over his skin, at least the part I could see. He had several designs on his upper arms, although none on his forearms. There weren't any on his neck, but his left brow was pierced at the corner, and I saw the flash of metal when he spoke sometimes so I knew he had a tongue bar too. "Where would you want it?"
"Isn't the first question ‘What do I want?’"
"Not necessarily. Where you want a design often determines the type. What looks good on your arm isn't going to look the same on your shoulder, back, or leg."
"What would you draw for me?" AnnMarie asked.
"I've some ideas," Bo muttered.
Laughing, I said, "Property of?"
Bo raised his eyebrows in question to AnnMarie, who pushed him playfully. "No, I'm not getting ‘Property of Bo Randolph’ stamped on my body."
"Why not?" he protested. "We could get matching ones. I'll have ‘Property of AnnMarie West' tattooed on my arm right here." He pointed to his big biceps. He'd be able to fit a couple of names in that space.
“We tattooed a girl’s butt once. Well, not her butt exactly, more lower and private.”
“Her ass hole?” AnnMarie made it into two words in her horrified delight.
I nodded. “‘Property of’ in a circle. It was the nicest bleached hole I’d ever seen.”
Bo looked intrigued, but AnnMarie shook her head no.
"What about a picture of Thor's hammer. It would be more discreet," she suggested.
"I see the resemblance, now that you say it," I said.
AnnMarie wiggled her eyebrows at me. "Nice, isn't he?" She petted his hair like he was her tame lion, and maybe he was because he leaned into her hand, clearly enjoying her touch. And no matter how many cute girls walked by, he never looked
away from her once. It was clear he was smitten.
"What would you do for Finn? An angel?"
"Like in Buffy?" I asked. "Isn't he the blond one?"
"No, that's Spike. Angel was David Boreanaz. He's now on Bones." This contribution was from another girl—a brown-haired one who was nicely plump and towing a very good-looking tall male behind her. The girl sat down breathlessly next to AnnMarie. "Sorry we're late. Had to shower."
"I thought Noah was the one working out." Bo smirked. "But it's nice to see you both showered even though only one of you got sweaty."
When the girl blushed, I realized that their lateness had likely been caused by a shared shower.
"I'm Grace, and this is Noah." The new girl reached her hand around.
I shook it. "Winter Donovan. I'm a friend of Finn's, and David Boreanaz doesn't look anything like Finn," I said to cover for her. Grace threw me a grateful look. "He's more…Jensen Ackles, only with paler skin."
"Oh, love him," she said. AnnMarie nodded her approval.
"Jensen who?" Bo looked confused.
"Supernatural. Demon hunting brothers," Noah explained. At our looks of surprise, he responded defensively. "What? I practically live in a sorority house. That's the only show they watch. That and Vampire Diaries."
"Not true," his girlfriend protested. "We watch The Bachelor and Bachelorette too, and we can't start the show without you being a hundred kinds of grumpy."
