Tattoo Reveal

𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥

     A/N: Ford Pines... if you can hear me Ford Pines...

Oh what a time to be alive.

Your dear friend, one who's been missing for the past few years, came back through an interdimensional portal that your boss made under his gift shop.

     Indeed.

That doesn't matter though, that's a story for another day. He was back and that's all you cared about.

Slurred words and laughter filled the warm night air as you both sat on the roof of the Mystery Shack. A few soda cans were strewn around, along with a couple of glasses and a bottle of your finest whiskey. You saved it for a time like this. You both had a couple of drinks already to start the night off so you'd be loose enough to talk. Because let's be real, 30 years does something to a man. 30 years also made him the silver fox he is today and you needed a little something to distract yourself from that fact.

But enough of that now.

He was telling you about the things that Bill did to him while he was possessed.

     "And then I almost got arrested for the third time! I had a real track record going then."

You both laughed.

     "I remember something like that! You went buck ass wild at one point in college," you took a sip from your soda.

     "You did a lot of stuff that I thought you would never do."

He chuckled and shook his head.

     "Yeah, I thought that too," he rubbed the back of his neck, remembering that you attended the same university he did. You heard a lot from him.

     "I also remember something about you waking up with a new tattoo," you smiled.

Ford chokes on his drink.

You clap a hand over your mouth to try and not let out the laugh you were holding. He's frantically sputtering and wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. His face goes red and he's fiddling with his glasses.

     "That, I wish you didn't," he mutters.

You really didn't mean to embarrass him, but you both used to pick on each other way back when. He should be used to it, but with the way he deflates, you could tell that it wasn't his proudest moment. It seemed like you struck a chord.

You playfully roll your eyes and pour yourself another drink, deciding to go ahead and make things even.

     "It can't be as bad as mine though," you pretend to sigh.

You see your plan go into effect when he perks back up.

He tilts his head with raised brows.

     "You-"

     "Mhm." You abruptly answered his almost question.

     "I can show you, if you'd like," you tempt him. It could be the drinks, it could be your newfound confidence, but that twinge of seduction in your voice had him by the-

     "Yes!" He blurted.

Bingo.

You down your glass of liquid courage and slide closer to him, however, you lean back and angle your side so that it would be more visible to him.

You wink, and with slow hands, you peel your shirt upwards, stopping right under your chest.

And Ford...