InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "I do have a blood kink..."

Samuel Madin (tiger_says_rawr) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-06-14 12:42:00

Entry tags:

shere khan, wicked witch

Who: Joanie and Sam.
What: Talk of tattoos and drinking, more emphasis on the drinking.
Where: Starting at the ink place then off to some bar.
When: Erm. Monday night?
Warnings: Rated PG-13 for language and mild thematic elements.

Sam wasn't exactly sure why he randomly decided to get a tattoo - maybe it was because he was starting over in a new place, a new building, and it was a way to mark a fresh start. But good lord, was he turning into his father with the way he just went through life at random, making decisions on the fly and who knows, maybe tomorrow he would end up having bought a brokedown tractor?

But no, that wasn't it. He could exercise his usual practicality in this decision despite having Issues much like most of the inhabitants of Bellum; he was his own person and he was going to live his own life. It had actually been fun, discussing placement options with Joanie, who seemed very dedicated to 'her craft.' Between the shoulder blades seemed like the best idea - it was covered easily by any shirt he wore, calf tattoos made you look like a tool (Sam was convinced of this), he was not eager to put anything on his feet, and the shoulder was too cliche. As far as what it would be, names were out and so were Chinese symbols because they were so overdone. For some reason, he really liked the Hindi word designs - but what to say, was the question? That could be decided later. He could always come up with something and then ask Joanie to draw it, which suited him just fine. It was officially Booze O'Clock, so drinks were the name of the game right now, and he would wait patiently while she did what she needed to do to close up.

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

wickedwicker
2010-06-15 03:05 am UTC (link)

She raised a brow at his very "dignified" comment. For a moment, she maintained a straight face, before dissolving into a combination of laughter and "what the hell?" Looking at him with a very disbelieving expression, she snorted, taking another sip of her beer. "Don't you worry there, Colonel," she said. "A refined lady never mounts anything that could throw her off." She had no idea what that meant, but it sounded funny, and that sort of logic dictated half of the things that came out of her mouth anyway.

	tiger_says_rawr 2010-06-15 03:27 am UTC (link)
	Sam rolled his eyes, and there came the smirk-laden laugh once more. "Oh yeah. So worried." The sarcasm dripped onto the table. "But thank you for thinking of my testicles. That's very kind of you, to help testicles in need." Hey, if she wanted to give his balls a helping hand, he wouldn't object! (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	wickedwicker 2010-06-15 03:33 am UTC (link)
	She snorted, taking a swig of her drink. "Well, I see so many guys that aren't using them, and I like to think that ensuring they get a good home is just some form of community service." She raised a brow at him. "Don't worry, yours aren't special." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	tiger_says_rawr 2010-06-15 03:39 am UTC (link)
	"We'll see. You might change your mind eventually." He exhaled in a sigh, sloshing the last bit of beer in the bottle before finishing it off. "I'm a patient man, remember? Though you may be right. I'm not sure I'd want you to describe them as 'special.' 'The Junk of Your Dreams,' well, that's a different story." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	wickedwicker 2010-06-15 03:55 am UTC (link)
	"Well, you always have a fallback, then," she said, shrugging. She was toeing the line between serious and joking, and doing so quite well. At his mention of her fortune cookie sayings, she snorted. "Yes, well, I try to pour wisdom into all of my work. It might not get used, but at least it's there." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)