The Cabin •Jc Caylen•

24. "The Artist"

We stumbled out of the gas station laughing out butts off and drinking away our memories.

"You saw his face?!" Kian laughed as he took another sip of his bottle.

"That's something I can drink to" I said as I gulped down the vodka. The burning feeling started fading away the more I drink it.

I was so drunk I could barley walk for a quick second I forgot my name, I'm not even kidding. I almost asked Kian what my name was. I wasn't scared or worried about what would happen if a police officer drove by, I was just enjoying my life for once.

"Bailey it's your turn" Kian slurred as he struggled to hold his camera up. I grabbed the hat and pulled out a paper and began to unfold it, "Why are we still playing? We're clearly drunk already and all I wanna do is take one shot after another"

"Do one last one" he said as he threw away his empty bottle of vodka, he finished it already?!

"Id rather" I let out a small hiccup, "drink" I chugged down my bottle and threw it on the side walk as I whipped my mouth, "hurry up and find a tattoo place, whatever"

My words were slurring and not making sense but in my mind everything was perfectly fine, I felt so great. I couldn't walk straight and I was beginning to get a light headache but besides that, every emotion was 10x better. Our laughs were louder and this was the funnest thing I've ever down in my life.

Kian talked into his camera explaining how he's a sore loser who lost and must now get a tattoo of my initials.

"And I get to choose where he gets it tattooed!" I shouted as I looked into the camera.

"That wasn't part of the plan you little shit" he laughed as he turned to look at me.

"Now it is" I said as I pushed him away from me.

"Awesome.." he said in that annoying voice, "let's go" he said as we began walking down a bunch of shop and non of them read tattoos which was the most annoying thing ever. I want Kian to get my initials and have to live with it for the rest of his life.

Then I saw it.. in big, beautiful, glowing, red letters it said 'tattoo shop'.

"There it is!" I shouted as I pulled his arm towards the shop. I knew he was dreading it because he groaning and shuffled his feet to slow us down.

I practically had to drag him inside. This place smelled so weird. It smelled like rubbing alcohol and like a burning smell. It's hard to explain, let's just say it smelled different.

"Um hi my friend here.. wants a tattoo" I said as I hiccuped mid way through the sentence.

"Pick a design" he said as he pushed over a small binder. He wasn't even paying attention he was simply on his phone with his head resting on his hand.

He had tattoos covering both of his arms and a few piercing here and there. Besides that he was actually really handsome. Blonde hair, white skin, and I couldn't see his eyes just yet.

"We have a tattoo in mind" Kian said as he let out a small burp.

"Do you have a sketch?" The tattoo artist asked as he looked up. I almost fainted by how beautiful his eyes were. Green. Big gorgeous green eyes.

"It's actually her initials" he said as he pointed at me.

He turned to look at me and I smiled and gave him a shy wave. He smiled and looked me up and down.