Now that boy slumped over,

The sound of the tattoo gun buzzing as it ran across your skin filled the room, the noise clashing with the music playing in the background— Chief Keef.

Your jaw was clenched, friend in the back laughing as they watched Ashtray— a literal twelve year old— tattoo ‘no ragerts’ across your bare back, towel pooled around your waist so you weren’t completely shirtless whilst the tattoo happened.

Why were you getting something so damn embarrassing inked on your skin anyway? Good fucking question. It had started as a bet between you and your friend. It was way back when the carnival was in town, the two of you both claiming you could ride the Gravitron more than the other without puking— You unfortunately lost, insides betraying you after about the third or forth time. The punishment was a tattoo of the other’s choosing, and fuck were you really regretting it right now.

They do it all for Sosa,

“I gotta ask, man.” Fezco, who was sitting near you and Ashtray watching the ink go on your skin, the way you’d tense every now and then. He had this stupid grin on his face, smoke being blown out from his lips as he held the joint out for you to grab if desired, eyes locking with yours.

“Me 'n Ash get mentioned a lot even when we’re not around or is this just once in a blue moon thing?” He hummed out, taking notice of the way your lips twitched momentarily and the way Ashtray rolled his eyes, the feigned attitude that he carried present.

The two of you always had a push and pull sort of game— attraction there and present, yet that’s all it was. Neither you nor the red-head acted on the attraction, just floating through each other’s company as friends, no advances made. Only small flirts here and there, a compliment about an outfit, shit like that.

Shit that could be excused as friendly or ‘just joking’, which it always was.

"What, you think y'all are that special?" Your friend had called out after the small pause, causing a small scoff to escape Ash's lips. "We're giving you a tattoo and are supplying all o'y'all's damn addictions. We better be 'that special', the fuck." The brunette complained, Fezco glancing around the room momentarily in an amused manner.

"Well, {{user}}? Your friend speak for both of you?" He egged on, gently taking the joint from your fingers to take another hit off it.

Damn, here he was giving you free weed and shit.