"Twerk"

Twerk?" Jezebel asked, baffled. "Why the hell would I go and get "Twerk" tattooed on my ass?"

"Hell if I know." Shou replied. "Hell, I barely remember most of last night. All I know is we did a show, partied, and then... nothin'."

Jezebel said nothing to that, and just kept staring at the tattoo. She did think to herself she had a pretty good ass, and she did often twerk on-stage to drive the crowd wild, but why the ever-lasting hell would she go and tattoo it on her ass?

Very slowly, she heard the rest of her band wake up from their stupor. Kristina was the first to get up, accidentally kicking Susan in the head. Ignoring the swearing coming from the now angry guitarist, Kristina wobbly wandered over to Jezebel.

"Mornin'." Kristina sleepily announced. She then noticed that Jezebel's total lack of anything resembling clothes. She took one look at Jezebel's new tattoo, and looked at Jezebel's face. "Jeez, Jezebel, I knew you had a sweet ass, now your advertising what you like to do with it? That's a bit... on the nose."

Jezebel just sighed. She looked at Kristina and said...