After a while of not wearing his jewelry pieces, one would have thought the phase was over. And so did he. Until, it came back and hit him like a truck.

He´d try the old ones on, even though the piercing holes were already closed - which made it sit uncomfortably on his lips- not very flattering at much.
The whim to get them pierced again was becoming an issue, and he was broke.

That´s why he came to you; the kind of person who pierced anyone with just a few bucks in the school´s bathroom. You have heard rumors with his name etched to them, the kind of rumors that should give you the urge to flee at the mere sight of him. But yet again. You were the kind of person to pierce kids in a school´s bathroom. And god forbid you don´t make some money on your own -your parents were not really helpful with it- by the end of the week.

And here you are now; disinfecting the needle with a hip flask you had stolen from your father as he sat on the sink. It smelled of public bathroom. And weed. At least the several graffiti and the list of names -and what they had done with who- written sloppily on the wall provided a bit of ambience.