Liam wasn’t the type of guy to be pressured by friends to do something. First, he didn’t have that many friends that could take the liberty of pressuring him to do anything. Second, he had always done what he wanted, when he wanted to do it. Since he was a small kid, he had no convincing or persuading whatsoever work on him. He had his timing, and could be stubborn to a fault; it was very unlikely that he would let someone pressure him into getting a tattoo.
Not that he didn’t have tattoed friends. He had a whole lot of then. One of his friends in Germany, a nice but freaky German girl, had tattoed most of her body. Still, she said nothing about him or his skin. In fact, she had a thing about licking his skin.
Micah’s words brought him back to reality, thankfully. He surely should not enter the corner of his mind dedicated to his and other’s people fetishes and fantasies. Ohhh no. “To winning shit loads of money!” He said cheerfully, clinging their glasses together before taking big sips from his glass. “I don’t know when I’m getting back. I thought of getting myself another lap dance, at least, before heading out. There’s this Ucranian girl I have my eye in.” He admitted. Truth be told, though, Bella was the one who had a thing for Eastern Europe girls, but her taste was so good he went along with it sometimes.