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[_righthandman_]

[OOC: Millitimed to during the band candy plot, after this.]

Chase really is hell-bent on getting that dragon tattoo. Unfortunately, it's occurred to him that he doesn't really have a whole lot of money.

So he's just sitting in his room, sulking at Chloe.

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Chloe has a ketchup bottle of hair dye, with which she is carefully putting thin lines of cobalt blue down her (dyed) jet black hair.

"How're we gonna get tattoos? We have no money, we can't go anywhere, how in the hell are we supposed to get this done if we-"

Wait a second.

"Let's do each other's tattoos."

What could possibly go wrong?

[_righthandman_]

Chase perks up. "Fo'sheezy, yeah--you know how to do that shit?"

Chase = not so much with the safety concerns.

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And if he dies, hell, he could always come back, right?

Chloe pauses, allowing for a drip of the dye to sputter on a bigger area of hair than she planned.

"Shit." She sets the bottle down and blots the strands with a towel.

"Not in the slightest. But I can get a book on tattooing. Bar has lots of books on lots of different stuff. Can't be too hard to do. I have a hammer and a spike, so we can use those if Bar doesn't give us the proper tools."

Artery Schmartery.

[_righthandman_]

"Hardcore, yo!" Chase nods approvingly.

"Yeah, I'ma go ask her. You can stay and keep doin' yo' hairs." He bounces up and bolts out the door.

He returns, several minutes later, beaming. "Yo, check it, she gave us all this mad fresh shit to use! And a book."

The book is subtitled "The Completely Irrational Stupid Idiot's Guide To Ugly Body Art." Chase doesn't notice.