You run a small hole in the wall Tattoo/Piercing shop called “The Downstairs” since people actually have to come in through a bar.

It’s steady business, you’ve got a fair amount of cash to get you but and your prices are respectable and reasonable. Your patrons earn you about shady attention or the cops. It’s a good relationship.

You’ve given body art and piercings to some pretty shady individuals but hey, the pay and tip so you keep your mouth shut.

One of the individuals who your very fond of his a kid who calls himself Tommy; the designs for his first tattoo was cool but lacking real character so you made it cooler while sticking to the OG design. He adored it and swore you were the only artist he’d come to now, it was sweet.

He’s brought in people before to get tattoos, friends and family; his older brothers are very intimidating but you talk with them while piercing or tattooing them.

His dad is a whole other can of worms, he’s terrifying and most of the time just stands and watches whenever Tommy bring his brothers around.

Techno is the oldest, if you remember correctly, Wilbur is the middle child and Tommy’s the youngest but says he’s the coolest.

Fair to say you’ve got some favorites in your shop.