Recent battle scars
Lex and I were having cocktails, talking about his new marital status, the impact that's had on his meeting women (not much) and my recently single status. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a very pretty blonde sitting at the end of the bar talking to two other girls, but as it was guy's night, I left it as a mental note.
I rarely see Lex, and while I'm sure he'd've understood, there are priorities in a man's life. A man's friends are a higher priority than shiny things.
"Can I buy you guys a drink" came into my ear. I said that she could even faster than I processed that it was said beautiful blonde asking.
She bought us a round and chatted us up when one of her friends came over to, presumably, drag her away. Lex, in true Lex form, occupied her friend with talk about his wife and her boyfriend and his mistress.
The Blonde and I were engrossed in conversation about who can remember what, but she was clearly in the moment, so I kissed her. I made some innocuous remark about pain, and so she bit my tongue. Clearly, time to leave. I paid, grabbed her by the hand, and walked us back to my apartment.
In the morning, after I got her number and before she left, she pointed out a long scratch on my back, from my shoulder to the small of my back.
Battle scars.