Dean & Open
Dean's client list was short today, only giving one actual tattoo, one touch up, and going over a design that Dean was pretty sure the guy would regret in ten years, but the guy seemed pretty set on it. So they made up a follow up appointment and Dean could only hope that he talked himself out of it in the next week. But, given the lightness of today, and after catching up on some paperwork, Dean just spent the day in the kitchen. He didn't often get to go crazy, and it was kind of a nice relaxing afternoon. That and he got to feed his friends, so that was a bonus too. Yeah, the dishes he brought were probably more on the spicy side, but that's just how he was taught. And his Nan did not raise someone to cook bland food.
Speaking of food, despite bringing a few dishes, he hadn't really had a chance to make himself up a plate yet, so after prying himself away from things for a bit, he made his way over and started piling up on the food. Yeah, he was probably going to pay for this tomorrow when he took his daily run, but, you know what, screw it. Tonight was supposed to be fun, and then tomorrow everyone would be ready for business. "Oi, hand me a fork, yeah?" he asked with a giant smile on his face holding out his hand just out of reach of the plastic ware.