Page 113 of Reaper

“I’ll just take a beer,” Reaper tells him.

“Could you make one of those apple drinks again, please?”

“Of course.” Jacob nods.

While he works on our drinks, I look around the room. There are some guys I don’t recognize but others that I do.

“Is Midnight tattooing someone?”

Harrison looks around the room and nods when he spots him. “Yeah, he does that from time to time. Usually he has guys come to his shop though.”

“What does his shop look like?”

Harrison shrugs. “A tattoo shop.”

“That’s so descriptive,” I tease. “I’ve never been in one.”

“I’ll take you by there sometime.”

Jacob slides our drinks toward us. “Here you go.”

“Thanks, Jacob.”

“Thanks, Prospect.”

Harrison places his hand on my lower back and ushers me away from the bar.

“Can we go see what he’s tattooing?”

“Sure,” Harrison says as he changes direction.

“Can I watch?” I ask as we approach.

Midnight stops and looks up. “Hey Queen Bee, Pres. Do you want some work tonight?”

“Nah, not tonight.” Harrison shakes his head.

“No, thank you. I just wanted to watch you for a second if that’s okay.”

Midnight’s eyes soften as he looks at me. “Of course it’s okay. Right, Cueball?”

“Hell yeah!” Cueball winks. “I love having the attention on me.”

“What are you working on?” I ask as I take a sip of my drink, ignoring Cueball’s flirting.

We watch Midnight for a few minutes as he works before wandering away. Harrison leads me to the couch where Wrath is sitting.

“Hey, you two,” he says as we sit down.

“How are you tonight, Wrath?”

“Can’t complain.” He smiles.

“Ugh, why did you have to come sit next to him?” Evelyn grumbles as she flops down on my other side.

“Hey, you made it!” I pull her into my side, hugging her.

“Of course I did. If there’s food and drinks, sign me up,” she says as she holds her drink out.

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