[Luke,Tyler,Bentley] All My Friends Say..

[Joel Carter Foster]

Guys trip. And there really wasn’t a more random group of guys – Joel,Bentley,Tyler,Luke. Early in the morning after New Years Eve performances and excitement had worn off – the four of them had gotten onto a plane and made their way to Luke’s parents place somewhere around Nashville so they could all… get this.. go hunting. Well. All five of them. Anabelle was there talking to every flight attendant, pilot, security check guard, any person she could get ahold of and giving them hugs. Apparently she wanted to spend the day with Luke’s sister and mom. But it was Tyler and Kayla at the airport that had him rolling his eyes. How far down someones throat could you stick your tongue? So after about twenty minutes of that shameless PDA Tyler was finally on the plane. Joel sat beside Luke on the plane, who was sandwiched between himself and Anabelle. Which didn’t last long because she had gotten up and opened up all of the packages of complimentary almonds and shown the flight attendants how they could season them in the microwave. But the morning seemed a blur. No one mentioned that hunting was kind of cold. And what the fuck had Luke actually put on his face? Tyler seemed to fit right in and Bentley had finally stopped screaming every time someone shot at something. He had thought it wasn’t going to be a big deal – but wearing Supra’s and tight jeans probably wasn’t the smartest thing he had ever done. Plus Luke had said no hair gel so his hair was sort of a disaster right now. But he’d shot one. I mean, he had to shoot it a second time, but he had shot it. And he thought he was pretty good with keeping his cool up until Luke had strung it up next to his kill – and started to gut it. Joel had no idea someone could puke that quickly. But he was learning.

Then when Luke had finished with that and all four of them were grungy and dirty still from hunting it seemed like there was only one thing left to do. Get tattoos. For Joel this would be number seven. They were getting harder to keep in areas where he could cover them up so he had sort of quit trying – including putting an owl on his lower arm. But Luke was covered in dirt and filth, like the rest of them, and he had settled on getting this deer looking tattoo on the side of his upper arm. And Joel thought.. hell.fucking. yes. Joel was dirty himself, standing there shirtless before he looked down at the side of his right arm. “ I want that, too” he said, smacking his hand against the tracing on Luke’s arm. “ We’re getting matching tattoos bro. That’s a whole new bromance level,” he said while smirking. Joel turned his neck from side to side before looking down as the tattoo artist started to clean off his arm. Joel figured he was with a group of pretty great guys. In fact, the only other people he would really want here with him were probably like… Ryan,Logan,Lance,Jake. He had some pretty cool male friends. He liked them anyways. “ Isn’t Anabelle going to cry rainbow tears that smell like strawberries or.. curse about cupcake icing and puppy kisses under her breath when she finds out you got a tattoo?” he asked as he looked over at Luke beside him.

[Bentley Douglas Wright]

“ This has to be the dumbest fucking shit I have ever seen in my entire life. And I just watched a sparkling Supra wearing popstar gun down a deer,” Bentley said dryly as he watched Joel climbing into the chair beside Luke to get a matching deer tattoo. “ How are we going to explain that to your mother,” he said, knowing that Joel wasn’t really paying attention. It was hard disappointing that woman. If you can’t beat them, join them. Right? Bentley sighed and took his phone out of his back pocket. Well if anyone understood the dumbassness of Joel it was Libby. He took a picture of the tracing on Luke’s arm and then backed away. “ Smile, I’m taking a picture for Libby,” he said, waiting as Joel gave a cheesy smile and lifted his thumb up into the air as Bentley took the cheesy picture of him. Bentley bit the edge of his lip as he looked down at his phone, texting it out to Libby. He narrowed his eyebrows when he saw the text coming from Abigail. Maybe he wouldn’t get a deer tattoo – okay.. he definitely wouldn’t get a deer tattoo. But he didn’t have one at all. And he had a lot coming up. Catching The Wave, he had a lot of surf competitions coming up, he had been all over the world in the last few days so he was already sort of irritated, and then Abigail was being extra weird lately. If he wanted Libby to live with him, she would fucking live with him. But it was hard to be mad at her when he was trying so hard to put himself in her shoes. “ Yeah I’ll get a different one,” Bentley said before he licked the corner of his lips and started to look through the booklet of tattoo ideas.

[Luke Thomas Bryan]

Luke had to admit when he'd agreed to take the boys out on a hunting excursion he had no idea what to expect but since they had been pretty successful, he liked to think it had been a good trip. They walked away with a couple of kills, Joel had puked, Tyler had taken quite a liking to it and now even Bentley was picking out a tattoo, just no a matching one. Which Luke still thought was crazy, "I just cannot understand why you want to have a tattoo that matches mine, surely there is someone else you idolize or want to match," he chuckled, shaking his head. Luke looked over at Joel who was getting his picture taken to send to their friend, stopping to think about what Joel had just asked him. A few months ago Luke never would have thought twice before getting a tattoo and honestly he really did just jump from single straight to married. Now he had someone else to consider in his life, and although Anabelle technically couldn't tell him he couldn't get a tattoo, he did think it would be courteous to at least give her a call and tell her what was all going on. She was home with his mama and sister, who was looking like death, literally, so surely she wouldn't mind a call from him. Luke pulled out his phone, nodding, "You know Joel, I... am not totally sure what Anabelle would think. I think I'm gonna give her a call." Luke waited while it rang, watching Bentley and Tyler flip through the design books. They all had a girl in their lives, Luke wondered if they had thought about that either. But being married was different then dating. Though Tyler acted like he was married and Bentley's girlfriend had him by the ball and chain it seemed. To be young again... "Anabelle, hey darlin', I was just calling to say hey. And... I am at the tattoo place. Getting a tattoo..." Luke looked at Joel and shrugged, who knew what else he was supposed to add.

[Tyler James Kingsley]

Tyler flipped through the tattoo books looking at eh different designs, already knowing he wasn't going to get one. Not because he thought Kayla would be mad or that she wouldn't like it, he just didn't want one. At least not right now at this point in his life he didn't. Though he figured even if he did come home with one, not one person would be surprised. Tyler couldn't help being known for making last minute decisions. Bentley however, was still searching for a tattoo, Tyler suspected he was looking for something that would piss his girlfriend off the least. Bentley seemed like a cool enough guy, Tyler thought so enough to want to hang out with him when they were all home. He liked skateboarding, so that was always a given. And he was Joel's friend, so that in itself gave him two thumbs up. Joel wouldn't like him unless he was worth liking. Tyler pointed out a few tattoos to Bentley that kind of seemed like him, "What about something like that. Where are you gonna put it?" And then turned around when Luke had decided to call Anabelle. Well that was responsible of him. Tyler hoped when he was Luke's age that maybe eh might adopt that level of being a responsible adult. Hopefully. Right now he was just trying to get through graduation with out getting Kayla pregnant. Doing good so far, but you never knew. Then again, she swallowed a lot of it anyways, and their science teacher informed Kayla that you could not get pregnant if you swallowed. Score one point for team Mikyler, the retarded name the school gave them as a couple. Guess that's what you got for being an 'it couple' of the senior class.

[Joel Carter Foster]

Joel watched as they put the stencil on his arm as well, having to resize it a bit since Luke’s arm was bigger than his. He licked his lips before he looked over at Luke who was on the phone with Anabelle. ”What the fuck….” he said quietly as he blinked, looking over at the guy beside him. Was this real life? “ Are you always on her bad side or something? And trust me. If Shane was here, he would get the same deer tattoo as you, too. You’re kind of …”Joel sighed before puffing out his cheeks. “How do I say this without sounding gay.. You’re kind of… awesome?” he said questioningly before he gave a nod. “ Awesome. It is awesome. Maybe I should check with my wife..” Joel said in thought before he tilted his lips to the side in thought, “ Nah. I already have six. What’s one more?” he said “ Fire it up!” he said enthusiastically as he looked over at the tattoo artist. As he started working on it, Joel looked over at Tyler who was pointing tattoos out to Bentley. It meant a lot that Tyler liked him- especially since Tyler had sort of taken a place as Joel’s ‘best friend’. Surely that had to sting with Bentley. “ You not getting one man?” he asked Tyler as he made his way over. That was sort of more unexpected than if he had actually gotten one. “ You would look really classy with a tramp stamp,” he offered as he gave a small nod.

[Bentley Douglas Wright]

Bentley looked at a few that Tyler had pointed out and saw one of the crosses. “ Yeah I like that one..” he said as he took the page out of the binder and walked over to one of the tattoo artists, wondering if there was some way that they could add waves inside of it or not. Surfer at heart. Bentley looked over at Tyler and Joel who were talking and lowered his gaze for a moment. He seriously wanted to dislike the kid, but he made it so difficult. He was pretty cool – plus, Bentley loved skateboarding with him. Honestly he had thought about inviting Tyler to join the skating team he was on during downtime from surfing. Plus there were bigger things for him to handle – like the fact that he was going to be a father. Which he had spoken to the guys about during the hunting escapades. He couldn’t help but feel like he was more excited about all of it than Abigail was. Bentley took his shirt off and threw it towards Tyler’s face. “ No tattoo mate? What the hell… “ he said as he climbed in the chair on the other side of Luke. It sounded like the phonecall with his wife was winding down nicely. She must not be mad at all. He thought for a moment as he wondered what kind of supper she was making them with the deer meat. Bentley looked over at Luke and smiled. “ Well we joined your world.. Now you need to learn to skateboard with the three of us,”

[Luke Thomas Bryan]

Luke looked around at the boys, nodding as he spoke to Anabelle, "Alright, we'll all be home for supper. Yes, of course, I promise," he grinned, "Okay, love you baby, bye now." Luke ended the call still shaking his head at what Joel had said, "Because I'm awesome...." Luke sat still while the guy worked on his tattoo, trying to think about what his life was like when he was the boys age. Senior in high school, just after graduation... Luke was working farms and hunting. Physical labor, saving up his money for his own place, reveling in his bachelor hood. Heading to the RYC, fishing early in the mornings, late night swims in the creek, wreaking havoc on all those warm summer nights with his buddies. A lot of the same shit, just different environment. While Luke was fishing or hunting, these boys were skateboarding. Luke was working the farm, they were making music or videos or something. But the wreaking havoc, that was the same he was sure. These kids grew up in such a different environment though, it was interesting. Luke thought about Wes, thinking about his absent father, dying mother, how he was going to grow up. Hopefully he'd grow up and be able to sit down and share similar stories, times he was gettin' into trouble, slidin' in after curfew. One day he'd be this age, goofing off with buddies, like these boys were. Luke looked up as Bentley addressed him, "Skateboarding? Can you picture me on a skateboard Bentley?" he chuckled, "Alright, I will give it a try, you boys did pretty good out in the wilderness today," he joked.

[Tyler James Kingsley]

Tyler looked over at Joel as he pulled a stool over so he could watch them all get tatted up. He shrugged briefly, "Eh, not today good sir." Bentley was quick to chime in, asking about Tyler getting a tattoo as well. Tyler looked at the pair of them blankly and shook his head, "Nah, I don't know what I'd get." He looked at one of the tattoo guys, asking seriously, "Do you guys have any... fake tattoos. Maybe any in the shapes of butterflies, particularly?" Tyler laughed when a butterfly fake tattoo was scrounged up from somewhere, "Wait seriously? That's about to be a tramp stamp for sure." Tyler walked across the tattoo place so he could put his tattoo on, lifting his shift off his back and pressed it to his back with a damp paper towel, speaking back to Luke, "The wilderness treated me well I think, I felt like a lumber jack." What hunting had to do with lumber jacking, Tyler didn't know, but being a lumberjack could be fun as well. All that wood, and chopping stuff down. And they had like, their own olympics. The lumber jack games, "Luke just think how sexy you will look on a skateboard, Anabelle won't be able to take her hands off you. Just think, what if you fall and scrape your knee, Nurse Anabelle to the rescue." he joked, because that could be pretty sexy as well. Kayla liked that whenever Tyler got hurt, and he got hurt a lot. He just recently had gotten his cast taken off not too long ago, Kayla liked 'taking care of him'. And Tyler liked what Kayla liked so it all made sense to him.