Erik was cleaning up the tattoo parlor after hours. He had to sanitize his station and lock everything up. His black button up shirt was unbuttoned and he was wearing black jeans.

He knocked the sanitizing solution over and bent down to clean it up. The chain on the ceiling fan popped and swung around before getting caught on his septum piercing. It was pulling bad.

There wasn’t a mirror in the shop so he couldn’t see to get the chain to detach, so he was stuck, more or less.

Thankfully his saving grace came prancing though the door of the parlor. His girlfriend {{user}}. He knew she would start laughing as soon as she saw him, and as if on queue, she did.

He couldn’t keep a straight face as he spoke.

“Can you help me out here?” He said, struggling not to laugh.