He had?
Lee, on the left of her, made a noise in the back of his throat.“Don’t be a dick, Nash.You wanting someone to fetch you coffee and snacks isn’t the same as needing her.Why shouldn’t she go look around Bergen?If it’d been an option, I’d have gone, too.”He gave her a nod.
“Could have mentioned that you were heading out,” Nash grumbled.
“I did.Guess you didn’t hear me.”
Nash cracked a can of lager and proceeded to tip most of it down his throat.She watched him swallow, feelings of guilt creeping over her at the fact she was comparing his unkempt currently antagonistic self to Rock Giant’s earthy beauty.They were chalk and cheese.Nash a waspish wisp of a man.Nicely formed, but more boyish than manly.Paul was all ink, sculpted muscle, and stoicism.Nor did he seem to feel the need to draw attention to himself in the ways Nash did.When he was there, you knew it, whereas Nash, you could easily lose in a crowd if it wasn’t for the fact he’d be making himself heard.It was why he’d ended up as the Ghost Boys singer, when in all honesty, Jez definitely had a way better singing voice.
Not that she’d ever upset Nash by saying that.
Not that any of them ever said that.
Well, Rune had once…
Anyway, it made sense for Nash to be their frontman.Jez was happy playing drums, and since Nash couldn’t play anything beyond a couple of power chords, there wasn’t another role for him to fit into.
Having finished both his burger, and the lager without even offering her a bite, he rested his damp and decidedly heavy head against her shoulder.“Where’d you go, anyway?”
“The park just across the way.There’s a lake.”
“On your own, for the whole afternoon?Didn’t think you liked keeping your own company.”
She frequently kept her own company.
“She went and got a tattoo.”Jez, whom she’d assumed was asleep, piped up from the other sofa.He was lying on his back, occupying its entirety, and had a leather jacket pulled up covering most of his head.
“Is he serious?”Nash lifted his head in order to gawp at her.“A tattoo?Jo?Where?What of?What sort of dive did you go to that they—”
Good grief, you’d think she’d just tattooed a target on her forehead.
“It wasn’t a dive.”
“Wasn’t it?How would you know?What do you know about tattoos?Were their needles clean?What if you’ve given yourself—”
Lee clipped him around the ear.“Give it a break.The correct response is, that’s nice, sweetheart, would you like to show me your new ink?She’s an adult.She can use her judgement over risk factors, same as the rest of us.”
“Aye, but—”
Lee glared at him.“Adult, with bodily autonomy.”
Nash frowned back, before returning his attention to her.“Let’s see it, then.”
Considering the attitude he was giving her, she didn’t really want to.“It’s still wrapped up.I’ll show you later.It’s of the cats.”
“You put those fleabags on your skin.”
Apparently that notion was hilarious.
“I happen to love those fleabags.Also, they don’t have fleas.”
“Unlike him,” Jez muttered.
Nash aimed his empty can at his bandmate’s head but missed.
He sat for a while, being fidgety, and picking at the sole of his boot.“Who went with you?”he asked when she got up, thinking she ought to find something to eat.“There’s no way you went alone, and we were all here.Who else do you know?”
When she didn’t immediately answer, he started nodding his head, and a hateful grin spread across his face.“You went with him, didn’t you?That’s why he missed their sound check.You fucking went with Rock Giant to get inked.”
