A/N a somewhat funny chapter of something I can totally see Jordan doing...it's been a long time since I got a henna tattoo as well, so forgive me if I screwed up the after care instructions. One chapter left, and that's it. Aside from a one shot that I have planned as a semi-epilogue that doesn't feature Garret.
They emerged sometime later, drying each other off before getting dressed. "Right, so lets stop by one of those boardwalk places and get something cold to drink." She suggested, and he nodded in agreement. They walked out of the bungalow arms around each other, picture of the loving couple. The boardwalk seemed more subdued than it had been the other day, and he didn't know if it was from the faint haze the clouded his mind, the feeling of finally getting what he never thought he'd have, or just from spending a few days there and adjusting. "About that tattoo-" She suggested, pointing to a little shop nestled among the rest.
"You weren't serious, were you?" He asked, shocked as she lead him in.
"It's only henna, it'll wash away in a few weeks" She told him, dragging him inside and sitting him in a chair. "See, there's even one that says Property Of..." She pointed out the one in the book to him, and he shook his head.
"Jordan-" She grinned at him mischievously.
"You told me you'd get it, you said you'd do anything." He shook his head.
"Fine, but you're paying." She grinned.
"Then I pick." She flipped through the book, and finally settled on something and whispered it into the artist's ear and he felt rather unnerved at the way the artist laughed at what she said.
"And you said you'd get one too." She thought about it.
"I did, didn't I." She flipped through the book before settling on one, and the other artist waiting, nodded.
"Where though?" He asked her and she gave that a bit of thought as well.
"A match to your other one." She gave his other hip a smack. "Right there." He nodded, and pulled the side of his pants down, thankful he was wearing a pair of drawstring pants and not ones with a fitted waist. She pulled down the corner of her shorts as well, exposing the same spot of flesh.
"Now no peeking." she ordered, keeping a close eye on him, and he stared out, watching the people on the boardwalk walk by, trying to resist laughing as the artist tickled him as the tattoo was brushed on. Before he knew it, it was done and the artist was giving him the aftercare instructions.
"It's one T on that." He heard her say, and he smiled at that, and she looked over, catching his little grin.
"What, you think I'm going to wear something that's misspelled for four weeks?"
"No water on it for twenty four hours, and don't pick at it, the extra ink will fall off in about six hours, leaving you with just your tattoo, to keep it longer rub baby oil on it twice a day, otherwise it'll fade after four to six weeks." He nodded, and watched as she paid for both of them.
"Now can I look?" He asked and she grinned. He looked down at what she had chosen and nearly chased her out of the place.
"Relax, it'll fade, it's not permanent." She said as he chased her halfway down the boardwalk and she collapsed, laughing.
"Did you have to get "Jordan's Bitch" engraved on me?" He said, the anger in his voice betrayed by the light in his eyes.
"What? It's true you know. It could be worse. I could have made you get a permanent one, or it could be someplace visible." He gave her that much, he'd have a hard time explaining it away if someone were to see it.
"At least we're equal with them." He said, and she just smirked.
"Don't tell me you got something different." She just kept on grinning. "Jordan-"
"I plead the fifth." She said, following him down the boardwalk.
"Jordan, what'd you get?" She shook her head.
"I'm not going to spoil that for you, you'll just have to find out yourself." She told him, walking towards the bar.
"Then I'll find out right now." He said, wrapping an arm around her waist and holding her close while he revealed what she got and blanched.
"What, it's just a henna tattoo." She said, swatting him playfully.
"I'm going to kill you." He told her. "You couldn't get something else playful and flirty, no, you had to get that."
"You must admit I've got the upper hand in this one Gar, besides, it's only a bit of fun."
"Proud owner of one Garret Macy is pushing the limits."
"Don't tell me you don't think it's sexy." She had him there. And it was something that he should have expected her to do, pull a fast one on him and then rub it in with her own.
"You owe me big time, and you can start with drinks." He told her, wrapping his arm back around her as they reached the tikki bar, and they ordered their standard drinks.
"I'll be right back." She said, excusing herself as the bartender filled their orders.
"So you finally got her, eh?" The bartender asked as he poured out the scotch.
"More like she got me." The bartender gave a hearty laugh.
"The hard part's keeping them, although if she caught you, you might have it easier than most." He toasted the bartender as she came back.
"What, are you two old college buddies or something?" She said as she watched the two men talk.
"Just kindred spirits." The bartender told her before walking off, setting a bottle of Guinness in front of her.
"Now this time you're going to dance right?" She all but begged him. He took a long sip.
"Once the music slows." And she grinned as the music slowed on cue, as if the DJ heard their conversation. He reluctantly let her lead him to the dance floor, and this time, as the song ended, it didn't take someone knocking into them for their lips to meet in an electrifying kiss.