"Okay," Dani smiled. She watched the tattoo forming with interest, nodding a little at the blood. She was the opposite of squeamish, and she smiled at the leaves. "I love it already, you're awesome. And I remember, I had to get my sister to put that stuff on the back of my neck last time I got ink. ... which is like, forever in your future." She shook her head and was about to hop off the chair.
Dean fished a hundred note out of his wallet, rolling his eyes. "Artan, you take that money, and you buy yourself s'more beer. I took another one." He belched loudly.