you’ve never had a tattoo before, but you’re taking it like a champ. it’s in a spot you can hide, on your lower stomach and hip, spanning down to you upper thigh. it’s a nice piece, eddie’s been working for nearly thirty minutes on the sketch and the pencil, and he’s finally starting the tattoo now. he’s in his late twenties, you’re a little younger, getting this tattoo for your twenty second birthday. when he touches the machine to your skin, you squeal. he chuckles, reaching for a lollipop he keeps at his station, handing it to you. “you’re alright, you’re doing great. sit still, just like that, yeah, baby, thank you.” he says, using his free hand to hold you down. you nod, looking around the shop. “you said you know steve harrington?” he asks. you nod. steve had sent you to eddie.