Your friends were daring you to get a tattoo, you agreed and decided to get something small. Once you walked in you saw the tattoo artist was your enemy Walker. “How can I help you?” He said not looking up at you. “I would like a rose” you told him he then finally looked up at you “oh it’s you” he said “well I want it on my thigh” you told I’m “okay follow me” he led you to a tattoo bed, and you laid on it.