"Please, you have a ‘part-machine’ type tattoo." Victoria shot back. "They’re roses, by the way." The long tattoo was one of Victoria’s favorites and the biggest on her body. She’d got it for her twenty first birthday and she had yet to begin regretting it. "And to answer your vaguely misogynistic and misinformed question: no, I don’t have a ‘tramp stamp’. Do you?”
"It's still a flower." He pointed out, shaking his head. "And I'm an enginerring major. It's a bio-mechanical tattoo, sweetheart. Not some cheap, funky nonsense just drilled into my skin. It means something. And now, I don't because I plan on having a whole back piece when I get the money and the time." He replied simply. "Tell you what, I'll stop being a misogynist ass if you let me buy you a drink."









