Two
Serendipity
Colt
“Hey Marty.” Mav’s father looked up from wiping off the dinner menus with a towel.
“Colt, what are you doing on this side of town this late?”
I shrugged and grabbed the can of PBR that was set in front of me without even a question. “The guys all had plans tonight, so I figured I’d swing in for a quick drink.”
“Well, that’s nice of ya. Dane was just in here with a looker.”
“Yeah? What were they up to?” It was odd for Dane to be over this way too, without Maverick anyway. Those two were inseparable for the most part. It was all too cliché, the bassist and the drummer being best friends, but that’s how it had been since we were kids.
Marty leaned an elbow onto the bar top, sipping from his water bottle. “They went across the street to Vatican.”
That little shit.
“Damn, he knows how badly I want to finish my leg. Well, time to go give him shit for getting inked without me.” I threw a couple bucks onto the bar, taking the last gulp of my beer. “Catch you later, Marty.”
“Have a good one, Colt. Always a pleasure.”
Trotting across the street, I saw that almost all the lights were off in the shop. I knocked on the locked glass door and Cruz came around the corner.
Opening the door for me, Cruz grabbed my hand. “Hey, man. It’s been a while. When are we finishing that leg?”
“As soon as you have some free time, brother.”
Cruz nodded. “I’ll check the calendar and let you know. Dane’s getting finished up now.”
“Thanks.”
Making my way to the back, I saw the long legs and tattooed gorgeousness of the new chick Dane was seeing. I racked my brain trying to recall her name, pausing a little before making my presence known. Finally it came to me just as she started to turn around. “Hey Fae!”
Dane was right next to her, getting pushed down by a chick with a tattoo gun in her hand. In a high-pitched voice I heard the tattooist exclaim, “Hey, we’re almost done. Just finishing the last letter.”
I walked over to the table to check out what my band mate was getting. “Dane! That’s sick.” The bold lettering popped off his chest with so much meaning, I almost got choked up. I swallowed hard to hide it. Dane would have lost his shit if he knew I was getting emotional on him.
“Thanks man. What are you doing here?”
“Marty. I went in to grab a beer and he ratted you out.”
“Sorry man. This one I needed to fly solo on.”
“Solo, my ass. Fae is here.” I pointed my thumb over to his bombshell of a girl.
“It’s different.”
“Yeah, whatev—” And then my world stopped as her name hit the air.
“Colt, this is Serena.” Dane’s voice broke into my goo-goo-filled brain of ogling his hot-ass tattooer.
Her eyes got wide as her gaze darted up to me. “Ha-hi.” She stuttered as she wiped Dane’s chest and he cringed. “Am I done?” Dane tapped on her gloved hand, which was still rubbing down his chest as her stare stayed locked with mine.
“What?” She stammered, “Y-yeah! All done! Wanna look?”
Dane checked his tat out and then bolted to the back doubled over, clutching his stomach. He might have said something, but I was too enamored to listen or care.