The glove

Freshly showered and with his hair still wet, Ruud Jolie stumbled into the bus. It was a heavy festival-weekend and the guitarist wanted nothing more than to go to sleep while the bus driver drove them to their next gig. He climbed the stairs, dragging his jacket behind him and throwing it on his bed once he'd reached it. Without thinking he let himself fall on top of it and just when he thought he'd found rest, his phone started ringing. With a growl he took the phone out of his pocket and answered it without looking at the ID.

'Tired Ruud, talk fast before I fall asleep.'

'What's up with Sharon's glove?'

'How should I know? She's your girlfriend, not mine.' He answered Robert without opening his eyes.

'I asked her about it, but she wouldn't tell me. She won't even pick up her phone anymore.'

'Dude, I don't know. Maybe she's cold on stage or something.'

'Yeah, that absolutely explains why she's only wearing one glove.'

'Look, she's only been wearing long sleeved shirts lately, maybe she cut herself or got a bruise or something. I honestly don't know. Can I please go to sleep now?'

'Yeah, whatever.'

The line went dead and Ruud didn't even bother to put his phone away. The thing just fell next to his head, and that's where it stayed during the following quiet minutes. Unfortunately, it didn't took long before footsteps climbed the stairs and sounded through the entire bus. Only when they stopped directly in front of him, Ruud slightly opened one eye. He recognized Sharon's skirt and it took him a few seconds the remember she slept in the bed above him. She took off her shirt and the guitarist wanted to close his eyes again, but when Sharon started to take off her skirt, the singer's arm appeared in sight and he saw the reason of her concert-sleeve.

'So that's why you wear the sleeve.' He mumbled and Sharon let out a little scream.

'Dammit Ruud! I didn't know you were here!'

'Well, here I am.' He said while sitting up. 'Can I see it?' Sharon seemed to think about it, but eventually gave her arm to him.

'It was supposed to be a surprise for Robert.' She sighed.

Ruud gently took hold of her arm and inspected the new decoration. The rose Sharon had tattooed on her arm was bloody red and had the names of her three children written in it. The stem of the rose covered almost half of her arm and was in a green color that yet had to fade.

'It looks like a dick.' He concluded and heard a gasp in front of him.

'It does not look like a penis!' Sharon shouted in disbelieve.

'You sure don't.' they looked up to see Jeroen grinning and only now did Sharon realize that she was only dressed in her underwear. She grabbed the sheets from her bed to cover her body and ran to the bathroom with her night clothes in hand.

'What was that about?' Jeroen asked while sat down on his bed.

'Inside joke.' Ruud answer lying down and closing his eyes with a grin on his face.