True Beauty lies Beneath the Skin (Phan)

Fuck All Your ABC's

You think you're smarter than me
With all your bad poetry
Fuck all your ABC's
Alphabet boy...

Two and a half weeks later.

"Wake up, ass munch!"

Phil groans, "You've gotta stop this, Iesha."

"In what world do I sound like Iesha?"

Phil opens one eye to see Greg, the band's lead singer, standing in front of him.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"You told me you were joining me during the tattoo appointment. It's at eleven, remember?"

"What time is it now?"

"10:48."

"I hate you," Phil states.

"I know. Now get dressed you lazy fuck."

x

Hopefully this appointment wouldn't take as long as Dan was fearing it would. He was doing the outline for a huge rib piece at eleven today that should take just over three hours; he'd have to get upstairs right away when he finished. He wasn't looking forward to doing this tattoo anyway; rib pieces were some of the worst tattoos to both give and receive. They were difficult to do and they were excruciatingly painful to the recipient and it was often very hard to give them what they wanted when they were constantly squirming.

However, it would make Dan quite a bit of money that he was desperately going to need.

At 11:06, Dan heard the door open and walked out of his office. He recognized immediately the two people that had walked into the tattoo shop were the lead singer and lead guitar player of Runaway Exorcist. Dan raises an eyebrow at them.

"Which one of you is my appointment?"

"I am," Greg says, stepping forward.

Dan looks to Phil, "Then what are you doing here?"

"Moral support. And I'd like to officially schedule my next appointment with you when we're done with him; we're still not finished with my tattoo yet."

Dan huffs, "Whatever, just stay out of my way, okay? And you, you're the one wanting the rib piece?"

"Yeah..." Greg says.

"I've already got the stencil made up, let's see how you like it. I'll go fetch it," Dan says before disappearing into his office again.

Greg whirls around to face Phil, "Well, he doesn't seem to like you."

Phil hisses, "I might have flirted with him a little bit..."

Greg physically facepalms, "Phil, Phil, Phil..."

"Hey, I can only give up so many things at a time. I'm supposed to give up partying and flirting all at once?"

Before Greg can answer, Dan walks out of the office again with the stencil of the tattoo design.

"Here we are," He says, showing it to Greg, "Is this the design you like?"

Greg's eyes widen, "Yes! This is so badass!"

Dan chuckles, "Happy you like it. Shall we get started?"

x

An hour later, Phil was sat in one of the white chairs of Dan's office as Dan sat on the stool he'd sat on before. The tattoo chair was reclined and Greg was laying shirtless on his back while Dan worked on tattooing his ribs. Greg had his arms folded over his face, trying not to show how much pain he was in. Phil chuckles.