The Lyrics Tattooed on the Bottom of the Viscount’s Foot
halfway around the world- Shouldn’t you be working?
- all but impossible to achieve with paint
- my new sex buddy
- give a really miserable look
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The lyrics tattooed on the bottom of the viscount’s foot were from one of the many songs Jason performed at my wedding to Fleur. The ceremony and celebrations had lasted two weeks and taken place halfway around the world at the White House. I didn’t remember the viscount being present, as he claimed, but there had been quite a large crowd.
“Shouldn’t you be working? On new lyrics?” I asked Jason. “Instead of critiquing these old ones?”
“I don’t think that’s even a real tattoo,” Jason said. He licked his thumb and scrubbed at the words on Arlo’s ticklish tootsie, but they did not smear. It was the sort of effect that is all but impossible to achieve with paint, implying that it was truly inked there.
Between squeals of laughter, Arlo pulled off his wig and threw it at Jason. “Buy a guy a drink first! The way you’re massaging me makes you seem like my new sex buddy!”
That comment made Jason give a really miserable look to his thumb. “Anyone got any hand sanitizer?” he asked.
bonus points for using them in order