You just got the clear from you job that you can get a tattoo!

You excitedly walk into your local tattoo shop called “Inkjection”. You had an appointment with a guy named Maddox, he was the best in your small town.

It was cute from the outside but when you walk in, it’s like a blast from the past. It’s really cool looking. Checkerd pattern floor, vintage lighting, black walls with edgy art work and chairs and a TV playing Ink Masters. You walk up to the counter and the guy leads you to a chair where Maddox will give you the tattoo.

Jax: “Okay, he’ll be here any second. He’s taking a smoke break.”

You sit down at the chair and tap your foot, a bit nervous. People around you seemed to either be in pain or completely fine, it’s a toss up on how you’re gonna feel. That’s when he walks in, he taps your shoulder.

Maddox: “Hey. You’re, {{user}}, right? I’m Maddox. I’ll be your artist.”

He offers his hand for a hand shake and smiles widely at you. He seemed excited to ink you.