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"There's a bonfire at Adam's place," Tucker replied, and Chris smirked. Any party commissioned by Adam meant the ratio of invited girls to guys was close to 3:1, meaning everyone stumbled home later with a big, lopsided smile on their faces, if they made it back at all by morning. Time for them in Daytona Beach didn't quite run the same way as it did for most people.
"We'll do a quick barbecue first, then pass by Luke's for a few drinks before we head over to Adam's. Cool?"
"Yeah, that's perfect."
"Hey, check out the moron behind you with his trophy girlfriend," Chris said, stifling a laugh. Tucker didn't turn right away, and Chris added, "By the pissed-off look on her face, I bet the he's here to get a tattoo and is dragging her with him."
Tucker turned to see the couple in question, and his attention was piqued. The moron had a bunch of tattoos already, covering both of his arms almost to his wrists, most of them tribal symbols, with one giant lion head covering part of his shoulder and the back of his arm. The guy walked with a cocky swagger, trying to hold his girlfriend close to him territorially, but she kept pushing him off. Chris met Tucker's eye again.
"I want to get another tattoo," the guy said.
Tucker glanced at the girlfriend, a blue-eyed beauty with long, straight black hair that fell freely to the middle of her back. Her skin was sun-kissed but still creamy, her plump lips a beautiful hue of natural pink. She wore open-toe platform sandals to show off a perfect French pedicure, a short denim skirt and a fitted black tank top that emphasized her small but tantalizing breasts. Her body was athletic but curvy nonetheless, her muscles toned and firm. He wondered what this ripe-looking woman was doing with this loser. Even her bored expression reflected the same thought process.
"Do you know what you want?" Chris asked him. Tucker could tell his friend was suppressing his sarcasm.
"Yeah, I want you to do a tiger on my other arm, with his mouth wide open like he's about to attack or something."
"Okay, I can sketch that for you," Chris offered, knowing the tattoo would be pretty expensive and worth his while.
The girl met Tucker's eyes with her glacial-blue ones and she tilted her head slightly to the side as though pondering something. Chris noted the exchange in his peripheral vision. "You'll have to step into my office, though," Chris said, gesturing to the door a few feet off to the side.
"Fine, whatever," the guy said, turning to the girl. "You gonna come stay with me while he inks me up good, sweet cheeks?"
She shook her head. "I'm going to check out the bikinis," she said brusquely to the guy, making her agitation clear to everyone but him.
"Again?" he blurted.
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