Contrarian Pickle Brine
little piles of salt- located at the base of your spine
- suitcase full of raw meat
- meant to be a group experience
- I have held my tongue
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Contrarian pickle brine is extremely volatile and evaporates rapidly, leaving little piles of salt to mark each place where it has dripped. The air inside St Mungo’s was mostly brine fumes, and Tessa was less adapted to such an atmosphere than the bartender or myself. She giggled and her eyes had become a bit glazed, but she spoke distinctly. “I want you to have a three-pointed tattoo, and I want it to be located at the base of your spine,” she said.
That was a welcome change of plans.
“…in the front,” she finished belatedly. Even through the haze of Contrarian pickle-brine vapors, the look on her face made me feel like a suitcase full of raw meat in a tiger cage.
Tessa summoned the barkeep with her finger. When he leaned close, she said loudly, “Help me take his pants off.”
Intimate tattooing is not, in my opinion, meant to be a group experience. The bartender sized me up, then muttered something about needing to arrange the gherkins as an excuse to go back behind the bar. Tessa seemed undeterred, brandishing the skewer and shaking the ink bottle. Please understand that I wasn’t afraid of tattoos in general. I have applied ointment by the quart to my chest. I have held my tongue between ice cubes. There’s a lot I’m willing to go through, but we all draw the line somewhere. And I draw the line at where I’ll let anyone — even Tessa — draw the line.
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