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I lean in and look closer and that’s when I see it more clearly. “A donut,” I’m so confused, “why would I get a damn donut tattooed on the top of my foot?”
“With sprinkles,” Garrett chuckles as he points.
“What is that?” Mike is still looking back at his ass, practically spinning in circles in the middle of the room to see his butt cheek.
“A banana,” Landon clarifies leaning in to look at Mike’s ass, “half peeled.” Like it’s no big deal that this big gorilla of a man has a banana permanently tattooed on his ass. “Seems fitting,” Land adds and Mike glares at him.
“So you have a Banana,” Rhett says, looking down at his waist, but speaking to Mike. “And Colton has a donut,” he sounds so discouraged as he continues. “And I have a blue M&M.”
That is when he looks up but points to his hip. “There is no logical reason as to why I’d get that.”
“Wait a minute,” Terrance stands, and starts removing his shirt, then unbuckling his pants.
“Slow down boy,” Gavin laughs. “I think there was enough nudity last night.
“Santa Claus,” Terrance wails, making me think for a second that Grace is here too. He’s starting to even sound like his wife. “Of all the things... I’d rather have the donut.” He mumbles, making all of us laugh.
“Shit,” everyone in the room looks toward Garret as he sits in the middle of the room, his eyes wide with horror. “If you all have tattoos, that could only mean one thing.” He and Landon share a look and then immediately start searching their bodies.
Garret says pizza and at the same time Landon says turtle, and then they sag in defeat.
“Apparently you all thought it’d be fun to choose each other's tattoos.” Colton chuckled. “Thankfully Rex wouldn’t put them on the center of your chest or the back of your necks like you all asked him too. He went small, said it had to be hip, ass cheek or below the ankle.”
“Why didn’t he tell us no?” Rhett grumbled.
“Because you were all pretty persistent and explained that it was to celebrate the last man standing. Giving him some story about brotherhood and shit.”
We each share a look.
“I’m thinking most of last night can be kept between the nine of us, but there are a few things that you’ll have to explain.” Gavin states wearing a pleased smile.
“Tattoo’s,” Reed tells us.
“Black eye,” my dad points to Landon.
“I don’t even know how I gotit.” Land states.
I raise my hand as a flashback hits me. “You told me to throw it.”
“Throw what?” Landon narrows his eyes at me. “Can of beer.”
“But you threw it like a football,” Rhett says, and it’s almost like he too is having the same flashback. “The way you hit the ground, rolling around and groaning,” he chuckles. “And the noise it made.” Landon still looks displeased.
“I told you no bachelor party,” Garrett flops back in the recliner. “Will someone give me a ride to Sugarland? And hope Gran has some Windex and an extra roll of paper towels.”
We all burst out laughing, and I know that last night, though I barely remember what all took place, was one helluva night. We have the tattoos to prove it.
garrett and kyra
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Kyra
The six of us,plus our best pal Julian are up and moving after a pajama party with lots of wine, junk food and a Christmas movie marathon. Gran loaded us up with so many sweets that I’m afraid I may not fit in my wedding dress.
I gorged myself, we all did. But everything was so yummy.
“A fresh pot is on,” AJ announces from the kitchen and all of us move. I got too little sleep, my ribs hurt from laughter, and I was overjoyed with the welcome I’d been offered.
