Page 22 of Accepting Fate

“What could be worse than that?” she asks.

“He wanted Pikachu holding a Magnum looking down at his dick.”

Logan bursts out laughing so hard I have to stop in case she wiggles her foot. I cannot fuck up this beauty’s tattoo.

“What the actual hell? Did you do it?”

I resume the tattoo. “Hell yeah, I did. My brother Noah, the one that runs the bar, would have kicked my ass if I didn’t. I’m pretty sure he sent them over here, so I had to.”

“I mean, when would you get the opportunity to do something that hilarious ever again? I would have done it, too.”

“Exactly. So, I did him and he was fine. He was laughing the entire time and his girl was just staring at him like she wanted to jump his bones right in front of me.”

“Oh geez. Talk about awkward.”

“Ohh yeah. So, the tattoo actually turned out pretty nice. It wasn’t my style. I stick to more nature, black and white concepts but I was on walk-ins that night.”

I’m almost done with the most painful portion, so I continue the story, “So, it comes to the girl's turn and she starts freaking the hell out. She wants a tattoo, but she doesn’t want it to hurt.”

Logan scoffs, “Why is she getting a tattoo if she doesn’t want it to hurt?”

“Drunk girl logic. Her man calmed her down. And, you’ll never guess what she decided to get.”

I keep my eyes on her tattoo and wait for her response.

“Please tell me it’s not another Pokémon,” Logan says.

I pause because I know she’s definitely going to move her foot on this one. I look at her and see her focus is completely on me. She looks completely relaxed and smiling.

That fucking smile could cure the worst case of cancer.

Focus Grayson.

“Nope. She wanted her boyfriend’s nuts imprinted on her wrist.”

Her head tilts up to the ceiling and she loses it. She wipes tears from her eyes and looks at me, “You have got to be joking. This has to be some lie to keep me distracted from the tattoo. Please tell me you’re kidding.”

I shake my head and resume the final touches of the tattoo. “I freaking wish I was. I had to have a drunk man ink up his balls. Not a pleasant experience. I'd rather tattoo an asshole again before doing that again.”

“Wait back up. You tattooed a butthole? What? Why?”

“Some chick wanted a butterfly on her ass. She actually slept through it. I think she took something to mellow her out, but it turned out good.”

“I’m not one to yuck someone’s yum but that’s too far for me.”

I’m with her on that one, but the tattoo turned out pretty fucking cool.

Continuing, “So, the girl gets in the chair, and we start. She’s crying but her man is keeping her calm. We get through the tattoo, and she stands up and vomits all over her boyfriend. I’m talking leans over and covers his entire lower half. He freaks the fuck out and starts yelling. She just wipes her face, hands me $400, and walks out of the shop. The guy looks at me and then runs out. The tattoos weren’t even close to that price, but they were gone so I got a nice tip.”

“That story is insane. Did you ever see them again?” Logan asks.

I start cleaning off her tattoo, “No, but my brother saw the dude a few months later. The guy told him that he and the girl broke up soon after they got the tattoos.”

Logan lets out a small laugh, “Damn she’s walking around with her ex’s balls on her wrist. I guess that was her lesson to never get a tattoo drunk again.”

I nod, “Yup. Alright take a look and tell me what you think.”

Logan brings her foot into her lap and inspects the tattoo. She smiles and looks at me, “This was exactly what I wanted. Thank you so much, Grayson.”