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“Don’t make me make you walk in a straight line first,” Andie groaned as yet another person approached where she was set up with her tattoo gun. She’d been convinced by some others to set up a stand and tattoo people at the afterparty to promote her tattoo parlor, but she was getting more drunk requests than she would’ve enjoyed. “What exactly were you hoping to get done today? And before you mention it– no I will not tattoo your ass.”
“I mean you can if you want, but given I’ve only had two beers it’d be my lack of coordination that would throw me off, not the alcohol.” Dante explained to the other, pushing his hands into his pockets as he overlooked the others work station. “Wasn’t going to ask for an ass tattoo, I actually wasn’t going to ask for anything-... right now. Just thought I would come and see some of your work and if you were in the mood for chaos, maybe help with some design ideas for people who are too drunk to know what they’re getting tattooed on their bodies.”










