Warning: Reference to drinking.
Disclaimer: Don't own Primeval.
Connor
Connor hadn't wanted his tattoo. It had been the result of the unique combination of alcohol, bad friends, and a tattoo artist at a uni party. Connor, Tom and Declan had been invited to the party – and there had booze.
Lots and lots of booze.
Connor lost track around the seventh pint, though in the morning he found evidence of him having drunk vodka shots, tequila shots, and an odd green cocktail that neither looked nor smelled of anything he had ever encountered before.
Yet the morning had come with another surprise: a tattoo of Jessica Rabbit.
On his arse.