You had mulled over the idea for awhile before deciding You’d get the tattoo you’d been wanting. Your friend recommended a great spot, it was owned by an ex-military man.

On the set date, you walked into the shop, a photo of the wanted tattoo in-hand. A man stepped out from the back, pulling gloves off his hand. He had tattoos of his own laced up his arm.

“You are..{{user}}? For the tattoo?” Simon asked finally, holding his hand out to see the picture. “Where is it going?”