"Oh, yeah, one other thing," Paul says offhand, maybe a week after their first meet-up at Gene's, one foot tapping anxiously against the restaurant floor, "you're gonna want to get a touch-up."
Ace narrows his eyes-- his contract only really mandates he stay sober and show up. But all other duties as assigned has already included yet another facelift courtesy the KISS Corporation, a daily hourlong workout with a personal trainer, and peroxide teeth-whitening treatments-- and asks, flatly, "What for?"
Paul waves his hand towards Ace's shoulder, where, above the much-newer dragon tattoo, the block-lettered ACE is still etched in ever-fainter lines. Ace balks.
"'M covered from the neck down, man, the kiddies never even see my tattoos anyway," he protests. "Besides, it's a Lyle Tuttle. Kinda like trying to paint over the Mona Lisa, isn't it?"
"That's what the whole Reunion's about, Ace," Paul says dryly, and Ace realizes he might be right.
time will have its little scar (kiss, paul and ace)
Ace narrows his eyes-- his contract only really mandates he stay sober and show up. But all other duties as assigned has already included yet another facelift courtesy the KISS Corporation, a daily hourlong workout with a personal trainer, and peroxide teeth-whitening treatments-- and asks, flatly, "What for?"
Paul waves his hand towards Ace's shoulder, where, above the much-newer dragon tattoo, the block-lettered ACE is still etched in ever-fainter lines. Ace balks.
"'M covered from the neck down, man, the kiddies never even see my tattoos anyway," he protests. "Besides, it's a Lyle Tuttle. Kinda like trying to paint over the Mona Lisa, isn't it?"
"That's what the whole Reunion's about, Ace," Paul says dryly, and Ace realizes he might be right.