"Logan, there is no way in hell I can get a tattoo!" Rory screeched as Logan helped her out of his pretty red Ferrari.
"Of course you can Ace, you can do anything you want" he said guiding her towards the door.
"No Logan, I cant! I hate needles, like in 9th grade when we had to have our tetanus while everyone else took theirs like a grown up I was lying passed out on the crash mats in the corner!" Rory said stopping in her tracks.
"So, a lot of people don't take having a needle in their arm well"
"I passed out before the injections" Rory said, folding her arms stubbornly. She stormed over to a bench and plopped down on it. The drive had taken quite a while as Logan had to drive out of Hartford, no self-respecting place of High-society had a tattoo parlour in the near vicinity. In the words of Emily Gilmore 'it just doesn't bare thinking about'. She tried to ignore the looming shadow of her boyfriend coming closer. She shifted along the bench and let him sit down, noticing how his arm instinctively made its way round her shoulders. She looked over at Logan's car and noticed a group of people checking it out and stopping in their tracks to look at it, god she loved being rich.
"Ace?" Logan said gripping her arm. She turned around and tried to stare him frightfully in the eyes, but he merely smirked.
"Ace, I cant force you to get this. But 1. You would be interfering with the integrity of this event 2. It shows your dedication to the LDB, which is the most important thing the LDB looks for in it's new members and 3. Live a little" he reasoned. But Rory had tuned out the minute he had started speaking, one look into those chocolate brown eyes and she would have agreed to anything, anything.
"Ok" she whispered
"What?" he asked, although she knew he had heard her
"I said I'll get the damn tattoo" she screamed, making a few heads turn away from the Ferrari to her- but only for a second.
"Great Ace!" Logan beamed. He stood up and intertwined their fingers and pulled her up. She took a deep breath and walked toward the door.
When she stepped inside, the freezing cold air conditioning hit her skin instantly. She shivered slightly but soon got used to it blowing on her pale, and soon to be permanently marked, skin. The room was painted a deep purple and designs flooded the walls. Rory walked up to one of the walls and saw a series of designs with Skulls, creepy skulls. Logan appeared at her side and guided her to a small seating area. He told her that she needed a small LDB placed somewhere, anywhere, on her body. She thought for a while and then decided to get it at the bottom of her spine. They sat for a further 5 minutes then a man came out of a room. The man was covered in head to toe piercing and tattoo's which almost made Rory think the pain couldn't be that bad until she heard someone screaming from somewhere in the building. She sent one last pleading look at Logan who once again merely smirked before she walked through the door.
"Well?" asked Lori as Rory walked behind the front desk
"Well what?" Rory replied
"Did you get it?"
"Did I get what?"
"The tattoo" Lori said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Of course I did" Rory said slightly proud of herself, she had spent one hour in the actual parlous bit trying to bite back tears and stop herself from screaming. But she had done it and she was proud, just as long as her grand-mother didn't find out.
"Dammit, Now I owe Logan $500 dollars. So where did ya get it?"
"Wait you bet against me?" They both laughed " It's on the bottom of my spine. Do you have one?"
"Of course" Lori said simply
"Is it on your spine as well?"
"Oh no I already had one there, so it's on my hip"
"What do you have on your spine?" Rory asked
"Princess" Lori laughed. "Oh by the way this came for you" Lori said handing her a brown envelope with her name on.
Without thinking about it Rory ripped open and pulled out a series of gossip magazines. At first she didn't think much of it but then when she saw the picture splayed over the front page tears threatened to fall. It was a picture of Logan and some fake blonde girl kissing at some café in the mid-day sun. How could he? After all the crap he had said to her about wanting to try and be a good boyfriend, then he pulled a stunt like this. Rory grabbed her things and without explanation left the hotel. He was so going to pay for this.
A/N PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE R.R