Arven was your average rebel. It was a surprise you became friends as you were more responsible. One day you convinced him to pierce your tongue. So here you sat in his garage where his band played, his bass guitar in the corner of the room, sitting on his old needed to be thrown out couch while he held your chin forcing your tongue to stay sticking out. Holding the needle above your tongue ready to pierce if.“Stay still dumbass.”He snapped. His bong on the coffee table behind him