Olympus Drive Book 2: Nothing to See Here

Chapter 44

Thyme

"You sure you're okay---with last night? I know I was pretty drunk—,"

"No trust me we're cool, I'm just weird because I have a weird family situation going on I'm live-tweeting it if you're interested."

"I don't have a phone."

"What is it you think you're talking on right now?" Anna asks.

"Oh --like a phone with internet access. My mom took it away because she though it wasn't good for me."

"You're what, twenty five?"

"Twenty two but that means nothing to my mom; you don't ever need to meet her," I say, leaning back in my seat. I took my dad's car because last I saw he was just drinking an entire bottle of Jack Daniels so he won't be using it.  "I did have one question to ask you though."

"What?"

"Can I ask, why roses? Your tattoo, just does it mean something special?"

"Oh it's kind of funny. When I was just joining the army, and I told my mom I was never going to get married and settle down, she said that someday a guy would show up, and bring me roses, and I'd never want to let him go—because apparently that's what my dad did, he brought her roses. And anyway I told her I didn't need a man to bring me roses, I could get roses for myself, so I got that tattoo---she did not think it was as funny as  I did," Anna says, laughing a little.

"Fair enough—no I think that's cool. It's a good reason, nice to have a reminder—,"

"Why do you have weapons tattooed all over your body?"

"They're my favorite thing I love weapons and they make me really happy?" I say, weakly.

"That's exactly what I thought you'd say."

"Well, technically it's swords on my left leg, knives on my right leg, guns on my chest, and types of missiles on my back," I say, "Going in order of invention sub order of how much I like it—is it that funny?"

"Not really, I'm just glad you're not a man of mystery."

"I can be surprising."

"Those tattoos you have are expensive, my roses were over a grand—,"

"Yeah, fun thing-- my dad pays me every day that I don't start a major war or kill over ten people. If I'm involved in a conflict he does not blame me for then it doesn't count, but I'm on thin fucking ice," I explain.

"I am so glad I know that---your dad doesn't have a lot of faith in you?" she's still laughing.

"Funny thing, he actually does this is him having a lot of faith in me," I say, "Anyway, you sure you're okay there?"

"I'm fine, I still feel like shit --did they put vodka in that wine last night?"

"I don't know I was pretty hung over too, just call me if anything comes up or whatever okay? I'm here. I'm just having some guy time with my little brothers," I say.

"That's fun, what are you guys gonna do?"

"Go to the junkyard and find pieces of metal to fashion into weapons then fight each other. It's gonna be great."

"How old are your little brothers?"

"Seventeen, twelve, and six, they'll have a blast, the twelve year old doesn't get out much."

"And the six year old does?"

"Yeah, he lives with our grandfather, anyway, we won't be that busy, if anything comes up—or if you want to get out of the house or whatever come this way," I offer.