"No, thanks," you say, smiling. "I don't need one." You walk over to Al, sitting down on a spare chair.
"Hey," he says, smiling. He gestures at his arm, where the man is drawing a spider. "Like my tattoo?"
"Yeah," you say, examining it. "What does it mean?"
Al shrugs. "I don't know," he admits, huffing a laugh. "I just wanted to get a tattoo to feel more Dauntless, you know? And it looked cool, so."
You nod. "Makes sense."
"Will's getting his lightning bolt to symbolize the power within, though, if you want meaningful tattoos," Al says, craning his neck to peer over at Will, who yelps as the needles touch his skin again. He notices you watching and smiles sheepishly, shooting you a thumbs-up.
"I got wings!" Christina announces, rolling up her shirt so you can see the detailed, feathery wings tattooed on her back.
Will's mouth drops open, but he quickly closes it, fixing his face. "Wow. I mean, wow. That's beautiful, Christina."
"I know!" she says, plopping herself down next to you. "What'd you get, Y/N?"
"Oh, nothing," you say, laughing. "I'm not ready for a tattoo yet."
"Bor-ing," Will teases, and you smack the air in his direction.
"Still cooler than 'the power within'," you tease back, and he groans.
"Hey, where's Tris?" Al wonders, and you realize she isn't with you.
"Did she leave?" you ask dubiously. "Without us?"
There's a silence. Christina waves it away. "Of course not!" she says, slinging an arm around me. "I'm sure she's just in the back. Has Will screamed yet?"
"No!" Will shouts back defensively, and you all burst out laughing, leaning on top of each other.
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