"I'd do it, if I felt like it," Noah said. "It could have been real." He didn't sound that perturbed about it. If a customer was enough of an asshole and wanted their tat done in an obscure language, who would ever be the wiser? People should think about how they treated someone who was going to ink their skin, was his opinion.
He set his glass down on the edge of the pool table and racked the pool balls, thinking he might take a shot or two. He'd always been decent at pool.