CHAPTER 210

“Oh, I get it now,” Trey said and laughed. “The arrow is pointing to your box. Lunch box.”

“A little slow on the uptake today,” Dare said. “Too little blood in your brain, bro?”

“Shut up. What kind of ass would make a woman get that tattooed on her hip?”

“Same kind of ass that would make you and Brian get matching girlie tattoos on your asses,” Dare said.

“I got off easy,” Reagan said. “Our bassist lost the same bet. He has a tat on his ass that says Emergency Entrance with an arrow that points to his… I’m sure you can guess.”

“I refuse to ever introduce you to Eric,” Trey said. “If he hears that, I know what tattoo I’ll be forced to get the next time I lose a bet.”

Dare massaged the bridge of his nose. “I’m so glad my bandmates aren’t douche bags.”

“Me too,” Reagan said. “Should I come back tomorrow? I should probably practice for the tour on decent equipment. My guitar is a piece.”

“Yeah, you should do that. Do you need me to send the car for you?”

Hmm, let me see… Ride in the limo