Head rush. Seph was hooting and Jaxon was whistling, then joining in the hooting. Crazy.
Then I heard the familiar sound of Seph and her damned phone, taking a picture. When Evan let me up, we had Elvis by our side again, posing for Seph. He did a proper photo and then a pose photo. Damn this guy is good. Evan grabbed me and put me over his shoulder. I giggled as he walked up the aisle. I peered out from under my hair that was flung over my head.
“Bye Elvis!”
“Bye little lady. Uh-huh.”
Again the limbs were thrown around as he posed. Far out.
I could feel the cool wind rush up my skirt. Jeez.
“Okay time to put me down or I'll end up puking on your back.”
“Blah.” he said with a twisted comical face, setting me right.
He took my hand and kissed the monster rock he had managed to purchase in our absence today.
“Mrs Cooper.”
I grinned, going all gooey.
“Mr Cooper.”
“Going to keep a stage name?”
“Nah. I'm good with the new one.”
I took his hand and pouted. “I didn't get to pick your ring.”
Evan shrugged. “It doesn't matter. Come on, let's go and get re-hammered.”
“Where do you want to go?”
“Everywhere.”
Chapter Eight
I woke in the morning feeling like shit, my head was thumping and I knew if I moved too quickly I would be racing for the toilet. My arms looked like a passport, they had so many stamps on them it was ridiculous. Then there was the giant diamond that sat very prettily on my finger. Wow. I did it. I married him. Shit. I hope Seph was there or I am going to be in some serious shit with her. My parents are going to be livid.
My stomach hurt. What the hell did I do last night that made my stomach hurt? I pulled down the sheet that had been covering my naked body and found I had another tattoo. Oh, I see the brave and courageous Harmony was let loose last night. I tried to figure it out without making my head woozy. It was definitely words, with something sitting on top of it. A purple thing over blue words.
Slowly I sat up, whoa. Easy does it. Mirror. I need a mirror. Again, as slow as I could I got up and lumbered to my bag to find a compact. Tripod. The word was tripod, the purple thing was an octopus, its limbs wrapping around the word. It was a comical picture of an octopus, it was eating the words. Huh. Kind of cute.
My attention turned to my naked husband. Jeez, that's an interesting concept. He had a new tattoo too. I pulled the bandage back gently, hoping not to wake him. He had the word tripod too, the comical octopus was almost identical except his was licking the word.
Then I saw the other new addition to his body. He had his nipple pierced. Far out. Dread ran through my body as I started patting around my body. Then I found it. Bottom lip, left side. Okay. So I am never drinking again.
Evan woke and started laughing. There I was standing completely starkers, hovering near his body, tattooed and pierced, hung over and completely freaked out.
“Did you have a good night Mrs Cooper?”
“Uh I think so.”
“I like your tattoo.” he grinned at my lower abdomen.
“I like yours too. Did you draw them?”
“Yep.”
He nodded proudly and I wondered if that's what he was drawing yesterday when I woke up. It was likely to be true.
“Why is mine eating and yours licking?”
“Well I eat you, you lick me.”
“But the word?”
“Well, I suggested that you tattoo something like hoochie.” he shrugged. “I didn't have a nickname for you and you said there was no way in hell that you were going to tattoo hoochie on your body so you chose tripod.”
“Right. It couldn't wait for a nickname to turn up?”
“Nooo. You were still pissed at not being able to buy my ring so you insisted on buying the tattoos. I said we should wait but you stomped your feet like a real princess and threatened to divorce me, so I gave my princess what she wanted.”
“How can you remember so much?”
“I think I've been drinking for a lot longer
Then I heard the familiar sound of Seph and her damned phone, taking a picture. When Evan let me up, we had Elvis by our side again, posing for Seph. He did a proper photo and then a pose photo. Damn this guy is good. Evan grabbed me and put me over his shoulder. I giggled as he walked up the aisle. I peered out from under my hair that was flung over my head.
“Bye Elvis!”
“Bye little lady. Uh-huh.”
Again the limbs were thrown around as he posed. Far out.
I could feel the cool wind rush up my skirt. Jeez.
“Okay time to put me down or I'll end up puking on your back.”
“Blah.” he said with a twisted comical face, setting me right.
He took my hand and kissed the monster rock he had managed to purchase in our absence today.
“Mrs Cooper.”
I grinned, going all gooey.
“Mr Cooper.”
“Going to keep a stage name?”
“Nah. I'm good with the new one.”
I took his hand and pouted. “I didn't get to pick your ring.”
Evan shrugged. “It doesn't matter. Come on, let's go and get re-hammered.”
“Where do you want to go?”
“Everywhere.”
Chapter Eight
I woke in the morning feeling like shit, my head was thumping and I knew if I moved too quickly I would be racing for the toilet. My arms looked like a passport, they had so many stamps on them it was ridiculous. Then there was the giant diamond that sat very prettily on my finger. Wow. I did it. I married him. Shit. I hope Seph was there or I am going to be in some serious shit with her. My parents are going to be livid.
My stomach hurt. What the hell did I do last night that made my stomach hurt? I pulled down the sheet that had been covering my naked body and found I had another tattoo. Oh, I see the brave and courageous Harmony was let loose last night. I tried to figure it out without making my head woozy. It was definitely words, with something sitting on top of it. A purple thing over blue words.
Slowly I sat up, whoa. Easy does it. Mirror. I need a mirror. Again, as slow as I could I got up and lumbered to my bag to find a compact. Tripod. The word was tripod, the purple thing was an octopus, its limbs wrapping around the word. It was a comical picture of an octopus, it was eating the words. Huh. Kind of cute.
My attention turned to my naked husband. Jeez, that's an interesting concept. He had a new tattoo too. I pulled the bandage back gently, hoping not to wake him. He had the word tripod too, the comical octopus was almost identical except his was licking the word.
Then I saw the other new addition to his body. He had his nipple pierced. Far out. Dread ran through my body as I started patting around my body. Then I found it. Bottom lip, left side. Okay. So I am never drinking again.
Evan woke and started laughing. There I was standing completely starkers, hovering near his body, tattooed and pierced, hung over and completely freaked out.
“Did you have a good night Mrs Cooper?”
“Uh I think so.”
“I like your tattoo.” he grinned at my lower abdomen.
“I like yours too. Did you draw them?”
“Yep.”
He nodded proudly and I wondered if that's what he was drawing yesterday when I woke up. It was likely to be true.
“Why is mine eating and yours licking?”
“Well I eat you, you lick me.”
“But the word?”
“Well, I suggested that you tattoo something like hoochie.” he shrugged. “I didn't have a nickname for you and you said there was no way in hell that you were going to tattoo hoochie on your body so you chose tripod.”
“Right. It couldn't wait for a nickname to turn up?”
“Nooo. You were still pissed at not being able to buy my ring so you insisted on buying the tattoos. I said we should wait but you stomped your feet like a real princess and threatened to divorce me, so I gave my princess what she wanted.”
“How can you remember so much?”
“I think I've been drinking for a lot longer
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