We walk into Body Graffiti without a single regret in our minds. We look around a little, Henry points out a skull with a snake going though it and Marilyn suggests a tramp stamp of a monarch. I finally find one I like; a floral half sleeve. I show the tattoo artist, Timmy, and lay down in the chair. I close my eyes and when I open them it's done. I. Love. It.
"Dude," Marilyn says.
"Thats's sick," Henry says wide-eyed.
"Totally," Danny adds.
I giggle and then a thought comes to my head, I wonder if Timmy cares that every one of us (except Jacob) is stoned and drunk as fuck. I guess not since he just gave me a tattoo. But the thought is soon replaced by my emence glee. I feel so fucking awesome. This is all I ever wanted, an arm full of ink. Paige then decides to get one while Henry and I go outside for a smoke.
"You got any tattoos?" I say looking down at my newly colorful arm.
"Nope," Henry replies before taking a long deep inhale of his e-cig.
"What?" I say, "Not even one? Why not?"
"I, um, I wana be a good role model for my kid," He says, obviously embarrassed, as though it's a bad thing.
"You have a child?" I ask, wondering why he's out partying with us.
"Not yet," He says, "My wife and I have been trying for years now."
"Oh," I respond dumbly.
"Yeah, but when we finally do get pregnant, I want my kid to look up to me, you know?"
"Yeah," I say in agreement, "I get that."
We sit in silence before the others come out, Paige with a new cross on the back of her neck, and head to my old apartment.
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Ink
RomantizmCandace Swank has changed. No more rebellion, no more anarchy, it's all about staying clean and sober and maybe sometimes going out to the movies with her boyfriend. But when everything falls apart, so does she. One night of getting high and drunk w...
