Story #4 (unfinished) Tattoo Me?

 Chris could actually feel his spirit leaving his body as he tried to breathe during the hangover process.  He slowly opened his eyes and the light from the lamp on his nightstand.  So he’s made it home, it seems.  He wasn’t sure how or by who, but the only thought he had now is that his bladder was crying out for relief.

 

Inch by inch, he began to move his legs off the mattress.  

 

“Oh Lord,” he said, surprised his brain and his legs were working at a level of function.

 

Slowly getting upright, his lowered head tilted to the side and noticed something he found on his left chest.  It was a tattoo of some pin-up woman like in the lockers Naval men used to carry at times of war.

 

She was sexy in the bathing suit, but didn’t remember sitting still or asking for her to be part of his skin.  In cursive underneath it read “Angie”.

 

Is that the name of a woman he met at the club tonight?  Chris wondered.  And also tried to pick his cluttered brain about what happened to his friends that he went with.