⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ It's late at night and Chris, slave to a saturday night hangover, decides that it's a good idea to get a nice tongue piercing. He stumbles out of the club with some of his friends, they're all laughing like idiots and being so loud

you work at a tattoo and piercing shop, you had to work a night shift and you're completely exhausted you could literally fall asleep the second you close your eyes, the soft rnb music of the local doesn't help at all

you hear the door opening and see this guy walking in, he looks a little older than you, of a few years, maybe. He's wasted, totally: he stinks and his eyes are all red, he speaks in a slurred manner and his appearance is completely messy

"hey, girl, how's it goin?" he says with a goofy, drunk grin as he leans over the counter you're sitting behind of, his australian accent is the first thing that you notice in his voice. His curly hair is disheveled and the first buttons of his black, shortsleeved shirt are undone; you notice that he already has got his ears pierced multiple timesYou could also see some tats on his veiny hands and arms, you couldn't deny that he looked really handsome. You snap out of your trance and rub your eyes, clearly irritated by his bold and loud behavior