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Belle shows us the waves on her ankle from working at the World Surf Championship, tells us about a rose on her thigh from flamenco dancing in Spain, and even lifts her top to show us the moon phases on her ribs and the Unalome on her chest which she got done in Bali. She doesn’t share that story with us, but I can’t help but watch her, fascinated. She’s traveled all over the world, and yet she’s only twenty-four. How?
I love how animated and passionate she gets, not talking about the places she’s been or the things she’s done, but about the people she’s met and connected with. I was definitely wrong in my initial assessment of her; she’s nothing like her brother beyond their physical similarities.
I’m snapped back to the present by laughter all around me.
“Okay.” She laughs and sweeps her hair back over one shoulder, exposing a small musical tattoo behind her ear. There’s a treble clef and stave which has notes on it, but I’m too far away to read them. The sneaky bastard Mica leans right in, though, and hums them. “I got this one when I was chatted up by a guy in a bar. He wouldn’t take no for an answer, and we danced to this song. It was an absolute scream and one of the best nights of my life.”
“Is that…” Mica asks after humming the bars again. “Discovery Channel? By the Bloodhound Gang?” Belle howls with laughter and nods.
“See,” Johnny scowls, his arms folded across his chest in a strop. “Sex.”
“We didn’t have sex, we had fun, fucknugget. Not a euphemism. But yes, the song is about sex.” Belle glares at him, and I’m glad to see she’s getting a little fire back. “I do have some tattoos that represent guys I’ve connected with. I can tell you all about it, in vivid detail, if you like.” The look she gives Johnny could wither plants, but Mica, oblivious, yells, “Hell, yeah!” I kick him under the table, square in the shin, and he moans in a distinctly sexual way that makes me glare at him.
“What was that for?” he demands, leaning down to rub his leg, and I return his crooked grin with a bored expression.
“She wasn’t talking to you, asshole. She was talking to her brother.”
“Why would her brother want to hear about her sex life…oh, right, I get it.”
Fuck, he’s dumb sometimes. I look at Belle, and she’s barely holding back a smile, I swivel to Johnny, and he looks green. Like he might be sick at any moment. I take pity on him and quickly motion for the waitress to bring us our bill. I’ve suffered through his presence enough for one night.
“Right, let’s head out, guys. Belle, if you’re happy, we can head to the shop to talk some more about what you want?” I word it as a question, and she nods eagerly.
“You could just do that at the flat,” Johnny snarks. He clearly doesn’t want us alone with her, or leaving him out…
“I’ll get to work right away on the design, and I need my computer to do that,” I tell him. He knows this, he’s just being a shithead.
“Okay. I’ll just pay the bill, and then I’ll drive us,” he offers.
“It’s okay. I have the truck here, so we don’t need a ride,” Kelly interjects.
“Yeah, I think the guys can handle me from here,” Belle adds in a flirtatious tone, as we all clamber out of the booth and leave Johnny scrambling for his wallet. “Thanks for dinner, Johnny, you can head home… Don’t wait up.” She winks at him, and I chuckle when I hear him grinding his teeth. Kelly holds out his arm to her, which she links hers through, and they lead the way out of the restaurant. Mica and I follow with our eyes fixed firmly on her fine ass.
Oh yes, this next week is going to be a lot of fun indeed.
