Never Again
Gino felt the warmth of the sun hit his eye lids and her turned over on his side to face the wall. It took Gino a few moments to realise that he had all his clothes on except for his shirt. Slowly the memories of last night came to him. He had been invited for a night at the bar by some of the Haremites. He might've had a few to many, but he wasn't sure. Everything became blurry after he remembered climbing on the bar top. Gino blushed with embarassement. He couldn't believe how foolish he had acted. Then he opened his eyes with shock. Had he begun to strip? Was that the reason his shirt was missing? The young Gambino groaned. He had a massive headache and thinking wasn't helping. Gino wasn't exactly a light weight when it came to drinking, he was eighteen and his father did have a cabinate of alchohol without a lock on the doors. Gino must've drank alot to have such a headache.
The young Prince of Isle de Gambino got up and decided to take a shower and think about last night later. As Gino striped his remaining clothing he couldn't help but notice the sting on his lower back. He rubbed it and notcied it was a little bumpy, but being in the sleepy state he was, he decided to ignore it and turned on the shower. It was revitalising. Gino had heard many arguments around the Harem HQ about what scent his shampoo was, and he chuckled knowing that he used scentless shampoo. As Gino dried off the sting on his lower came back, but again he ignored it. When Gino returned to his room he decided it was a pajama day since he hadn't slept in pajamas last night. He chose a pair of baggy light blue pajama bottoms that barely clung to his hips and a white t-shirt that was a little to small. He didn't really care what he was wearing today because he knew he wasn't going anywhere and if any of the Harem members came around they would be pleased by his choice of clothing.
Gino walked down the stairs into the main room of the mansion he and his father lived in. Johnny greeted his son with a wave and contiued to read his news paper. Gino looked at the grandfather clock the stood importantly to his right and was surprised at how late he had woken up, two PM. Gino shrugged and turned around, about to go the kitchen, and raised his arms up the ceiling to stretch. His already small shirt rose even more exposing much of his stomach and back. Johnny chose this moment to look up from his paper, for no reason. His jaw dropped and his eyes bulged out of his skull.
"GINO! You got a TATTOO!?!" Johnny yelled. Gino's arms dropped to his side and he turned to face his father.
"I....what?" Gino replied, oh so intelligently. Johnny got up and grabbed Gino by the elbow and pulled him into the downstairs bathroom with the full length wall mirror. He turned his son so his back was facing the mirror and pulled up the back of his shirt.
"Look!" said Johnny. Gino turned his head enough to see the bold lettering tattooed across the bottom of his back just above his tail bone: PROPERTY OF GINO'S HAREM!
Gino paled. The only words that ran through his head were 'Never again will I drink with the Harem.'
 Miss. Peanut-Butter · Mon Sep 18, 2006 @ 02:39am · 1 Comments |
