"You want WHAT tattooed WHERE?" The old tattoo artist asked incredulously as he stared across his desk at the teenager slouched in chair.

Flipping his head of hockey hair nonchalantly, the boy leaned forward and grinned at the artist, "You heard me."

The artist paused, and then leaned forward to meet the boy's gaze, "I have had a lot of weird requests in my life," he began, "One woman even had me imprint the serial code of her incarcerated boyfriend on her ass. But this. this. is just.. You do know how much this will hurt, right?"

The boy stuck his hands into his hoodie pocket and slouched back into the chair.

"So, you'll do it?"

The artist glance down at the description the boy had written concerning what he wanted. Then he laughed.

"Sure, why not?"