Letters to Mom and Dad

A/N: I am so sorry it has been so long since I updated. I have been very busy with a new job and haven't had the time to write. I am so happy that the strike is over and we can get back to happiness. Anyway here is another letter home. Evan plus Spring Break plus Lila and a tattoo equals?? I don't know yet! You'll see!

Evan Messer--A Science God in a Mere Mortal Boy

Dear Mom and Dad,

I got a tattoo! Not of anything bad but I did get one. Lila and I went with a few of my frat brothers down to Daytona Beach for Spring Break. It took a lot of begging from Lila to actually make me go but now that I'm here, it's nice to be out of the city and away from the lab. Lila and the guys threatened to beat me with multiple blunt items if I even think about getting out one of my books. But anyway we're staying at the coolest condo. Pete's dad bought it like a thousand years ago. It sits right on the water. It view is so amazing. I can't think of what to compare it to. Anyway I went to a club for the first time down here and I can tell you I haven't missed a thing...

20 year old Evan Messer had never set foot in a night club until his frat brothers and girlfriend Lila drug him to one while on vacation in Florida. Evan was not the kind of guy to hit the clubs. Give him the library or a Comic Con weekend and he's happy. He's a white boy and he can't dance. He's only ever had wine at Nonna Messer's for major holidays. The rule at Nonna's was you could have a glass of wine with dinner if you were over the age of sixteen and not pregnant. In the case of his cousin Luci she was both sixteen and pregnant.

For the first hour they were at the club Evan hung back taking in the scene while Lila and the guys danced and carried on with the others in the club. Lila finally had enough of him sitting on the sidelines and drug his ass out onto the dance floor. It was no surprise to everyone that Evan could not dance, not even a little. He had faked it rather well in high school but there in Florida it wasn't going to happen. The boys and Lila finally got him drunk enough that the geekiness of Evan just kind of melted and they found his inner stud. He was shaking and grooving with the best of them.

Somehow, he still doesn't know how, but they ended up at a tattoo parlor at three in the morning. Still in his drunken stupor, Evan plopped down in the chair, mumbled something about science and took off his shirt and pointed to his shoulder. When he woke up the next morning, he was in so much pain he couldn't remember the events of the night before. He staggered to the shower and that's when he discovered it. He had the Periodic Table tattooed onto his back. Of all the things he could have gotten tattooed he got the table. Uncle Sheldon would be proud. His brother would mock him for the rest of his life. Not only his brother, but his dad, the guys in the lab, not to mention that Uncle Don was probably laughing his ass off in heaven. Evan Travis Messer would never in his life live this one down. Never, ever for the rest of his natural life this particular event would be brought up at every family dinner, function or just whenever his brother or dad wanted to give him a hard time.

By the way Mom, if you could stop Pop from spreading this around the lab it would be greatly appreciated.

Evan

PS By the time that Evan returned from his trip and had gotten back to school and work everyone in the NYPD knew that Danny Messer's son had the Periodic Table of Elements tattooed on his back. So much for Lindsay stopping the spread.