He shuddered again. "I think I would much rather be a kitty," he nodded. "We will watch it again but I can not promise much," his face turned red with the thought of snuggling up in Faith's lap. He tried to drink from his empty cup without any success then squinted into the cup to remember he had drank it all.

When she proposed her idea though, Sasha's eyes grew wide. "A tattoo..." he put his hand for his forehead and looked at her as if she had gone mad. "My dad would kill me... but..." he knew he couldn't back down. "I suppose if that is your task then it must be completed right?" He swallowed hard. Where would they even get tattoos?

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That was pretty much a yes for Faith and she would hold him to it until he was crying like a baby and getting inked. The only problem was finding somewhere where they could get some. Faith looked around and dragged a sophomore by the scruff of his neck over to them.

"Hey! Where can we get fucking tattoos at.." she checked her watch. "One in the morning?"

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Sasha watch as Faith demanded information from the kid and even as the sophomore wriggled and squeaked, Sasha couldn't help but smile at his friend endearingly.

"There's a shady place in Bluebell Town!" the kid wriggled, trying to get away. "They don't check ID after midnight and being drunk is totally not a problem!"

Shit, Sasha knew he was in for it now. But if Faith was getting one too then... well... he could talk circles around himself all day but he knew she wasn't going to let him back out of it. "What is this place called?" Sasha asked.

"Dragon's Den!"

"Oh, is that the place near Super Nerds?"

"Yeah, yeah! That one!"

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Faith let go of the kid when they had the information and threw her plastic cup to the floor. "Let's roll" she said half seriously, pulling her hood up and heading for the front door.

"Do you think they'll let me get one for thirty bucks?" she asked, counting whatever money was left in her wallet.

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Sasha stumbled along behind her, chucking his cup over his shoulder and unknowingly knocking someone in the head with it. "Okay," he slumped along behind her.

"I think so. I do not even know how much tattoos are these days. I have some extra monies if you need some though," he offered. "What are you going to get?" he asked.

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