Strangest of Places || Teen Wolf

S3x01 - Tattoo || Part One

RAEGAN MCCALL

"Boy, it's a good thing you drew me a picture," the tattoo artist said, sarcastically, and I laughed.

"Yeah, it's a good thing!" I agreed, taking the paper from him. "I mean, this is just so complex, Scott! It's a circle, with-gasp!-another circle around it!"

The tattoo artist, Stiles, and I burst out laughing.

Scott went red in the face, which just made us laugh even harder.

Stiles wiped a few tears away, and when he spotted a tattoo design on the wall, he held it up for us to see. "Hey, Scott, sure you don't want something like this?" It was a picture of a creature that looked, very ironically, like a kanima. "Too soon?"

Scott rolled his eyes and got ready for the tattoo.

"I don't know, man, are you sure about this?" Stiles made a face. "I mean, these things are pretty permanent, you know?"

"A tattoo? Being permanent?! You don't say!" My voice was dripping with sarcasm.

I think I've been spending too much time around Stiles...

"I'm not changing my mind," Scott said, seriously.

"Okay, but why two bands?" Stiles asked.

Scott shrugged. "I just like it."

"But don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning, you know, or something?"

"Getting a tattoo means something."

"I don't think that's..."

"He's right," the tattoo artist interrupted, "tattooing goes back thousands of years. The tahitian word "tatua" means "to leave a mark" Like a rite of passage."

"Yeah, you see?" Scott grinned. "He gets it."

"He's covered in tattoos, Scott!" Stiles burst out. "Literally."

"Okay, you ready?" the tattoo artist asked Scott. "You ain't got any problems with needles, do you?"

Scott shook his head. "Nope."

"I tend to get a little squeamish though, so..." As soon as the tattoo artist started, Stiles fainted, dropping to the ground.

|| Teen Wolf ||

"I can't believe you also got a tattoo, Rae," Stiles said as we climbed into the Jeep.

"I don't know, it was just kind of a spur-of-the-moment decision, really," I shrugged. "I saw Scott getting his, and an idea popped into my head."

"Okay, but why a Mia Wallace tattoo?" Stiles asked as he started the car. "You and Isaac watched Pulp Fiction like fifty times this summer. You're obsessed."

"It was not fifty. More like ten," I corrected, touching the big white bandage on my left hip that covered the tattoo of Mia Wallace during the iconic dance scene.

"I could never watch a movie ten times," Stiles said.

"Well, duh!" I exclaimed. "You can't sit still for five seconds. How the hell are you supposed to watch an entire movie? Besides, we are not obsessed, we just really like it; it's a classic! And one day we joked around about getting matching tattoos; Mia Wallace on me and Vincent Vega on him. I can't wait to see the look on his face when he sees that I actually got it. Though, he's probably too much of a sissy to get one."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Isaac is no Vincent Vega. He is like the farthest thing from a gangster as it gets."

I laughed. "Don't tell him that."