Fallout from Tequila Night. (you make me crave sequels)

Tattoos, by their nature, are impossible to hide forever.  Especially drunken ones.  It’s inevitable.  So, somehow, one way or another, someone is gonna find out about the tats Kitty and Rogue got of each others’ names on their butts.  And immediately jump to a conclusion: they’re dating.  Why else would they get such fancy ink in such an intimate place?  Sure, they’ll try to deny it, but rumors are quick to spread and very hard to kill…

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She used to love that skirt. But never loved it again after Pietro made her flash her ass to half the goddamn school.

Everyone saw it.

“You have a tattoo? Who the hell is Marie Dan can’t go?”

“Lance…”

“Answer the question, damnit.”

Sigh. “It’s Rogue. And it’s pronounced D'ancanto.”

“AND WHY IS HER NAME ON YOUR ASS?”

“Why should it even matter whose name I have on my ass?”

“I have to grab that ass!”

“Well, if it’s such a chore, you can like, stop.”

Lance sputtered. “Wait, no, I didn’t mean it like that… I mean, you and her; how does it even work? Do I get to watch?”

“Don’t be gross! Even if Rogue and I had something, that would be disgusting!”

“So… you’re cheating on me with her? Or do you two go at it when we’re broken up again?”

Kitty rolled her eyes and tried flat-out sarcasm. “No, I got it when I thought we were forever and then she broke up with me straight after. Care to contribute to the laser surgery?”

Sarcasm, as usual, was lost on the slow of mind. “No way, this is totally hot! Reckon we could arrange a threesome for old times’ sake?”

“Oh my God, just like, go away and die in a fire.”

And that was how the scurrilous rumours got started.

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