Page 36 of Broken Melody
“Where are they?” Henley asks.
Sailor lifts an eyebrow, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Yes,” I practically purr, “yes I would.”
She smiles shyly, “I have three. I will show youone.” She immediately lifts the side of her shirt and after I push past the distraction of seeing so much skin, I tilt my head so I can read the script she has going up her side. “I’m unbreakable,” I read out loud. She nods and I find myself wanting to know more and her words from earlier flash through my mind – about how good things don’t happen to girls like her. It makes me wonder why she has that tattoo. What does it mean to her? Why is it important that she has that reminder? She holds eye contact with me, until she looks away, likely not wanting to see all the questions in my eyes. I find everything about her intriguing. Every second I’m with her, it’s like I can feel myself getting pulled under deeper. I’m intrigued by her; distracted. She doesn’t seem to be like any girl I’ve met before. There’s a vulnerability to her, but also a strong will. I get the sense she’s been broken before but defends and guards herself so it won’t happen ever be again. I want to know her. Really know her. And that thought, scares the shit out of me. The last time I cared about someone…dared to love someone…no. I’m not going there. Not tonight. Not now.
“Why not show us the rest?” Nixon asks curiously.
“Because. I’m not drunk enough or stupid enough for that,” she says with a laugh.
“It’s okay, watch this,” Nixon says with a wink. “Never have I ever, gotten a butterfly tramp stamp tattoo.”
Sailor immediately laughs and looks around the circle, but the rest of us are already staring at Rocco. “Fuck you,” he says and takes a drink while the rest of us laugh.
Sailor has tears in her eyes and has to start over a few times before she finally says, “You have a butterfly tramp stamp? Please explain.”
“I was drunk. Shut up,” Rocco practically growls. “My turn! Never have I ever made out with a guy.”
Sailor and Britt take a drink unsurprisingly, but they both almost spit it out, Britt begins choking, as Henley takes a drink too. The look on his face combined with remembering the story makes me, Nixon, and Rocco all lose our shit. “Shut the fuck up!” Henley yells but there is humor in his eyes.
“What the hell, Henley?” Britt asks.
“I was drunk. It was after a concert. We almost always do these meet the fans events after our concerts and this…uh…person was all over me. We left together. I didn’t know it was a dude in drag…until…until… I felt things… okay? I don’t like to talk about it. In fact, I told these fuckers to never bring it up again. Dead. You are dead,” he points at Rocco who only laughs in response. “Oh god, I need a shot,” he says and Sailor hops behind the bar and pours us all one and passes them around. Tequila this time. We are going to puke up our guts tomorrow – or at least be very, very sick – no question.
“Never have I ever popped a boner in front of my whole eighth grade class,” I blurt.
“Hey!” Nixon sputters. “I was thirteen, and the teacher was rubbing my arm while I was at the chalkboard working an equation. She was hot and I’m not sure who was more embarrassed - her, or me. And it’s all her fault…because….because…puberty!”
“Shut up and drink, sicko,” Henley tells him with a laugh.
“Screw you, Henley,” Nixon says before taking a drink.
Britt and Sailor are leaning against each other laughing like loons. “You shouldn’t laugh. It took a long time before people quit playing Van Halen’s Hot For Teacher when Nix would walk into a room,” I add making the guys laugh at the memory, well, except for Nixon who just scowls.
“Never have I ever gotten my nipples pierced,” Sailor says once she regains her composure. She doesn’t drink, neither does Rocco, Nixon or I, but Britt and Henley both do.
Henley smiles wickedly at Britt, “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”
“Not a chance, babe. I’m not that kind of girl,” Britt says and winks, then looks at Sailor and sticks her tongue out knowing she did that on purpose. Sailor just shrugs and laughs.
“Never have I ever, experimented with the same sex,” Britt says.
“Seriously? We’re making fun of me again?” Henley says and we all laugh, but my eyes bulge out of my head, as do everyone else’s, when Sailor takes a drink too.
“What?” Sailor says with a shrug. “I was curious once.”
“I need to know everything. Right now,” Nixon says eyes glued to Sailor.
“Nope. Sorry. I swore to never speak of it.”
“It was you and Britt wasn’t it? Did the two of you make out?” Henley asks looking from one to the other over and over.
“Did you see me take a drink?” Britt asks saucily.
“Well, did you want to go ahead and make out right now?” Nixon asks them both and they look at each other, smile, then move closer, lips almost touching, before they both turn to us at the same time and say, “Nope!”
“Teases!” Nixon grumbles and they laugh.
