Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
Aiden laughed into his beer - and found it empty. He glared down into the empty glass and ordered another. Two couldn't be that bad, right? Besides, things were starting to get more enjoyable now. He turned back to Joanie with the second bottle in his hand, grinning.
"That's not very professional of you. Makes me sound worse than some wasted sorority girl looking for a tramp stamp. Or is it just because you know me that it bothers you?" He took another drink and leaned his elbow on the bar. "And I don't know. Why not? Maybe I just feel like decorating that pasty, untattooed ass of mine." The thought was nearly bad enough to make him a little weirded out, since he genuinely had no desire to put a needle that close to certain parts of his body, but the fact that it was such a horrifying ordeal to Joanie was just egging him on even further.