Horizons Tattoo & Piercing Studio, Alexandria, VA: Saturday Night

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"Did I mention one of the duties of Moral Support is to make sure I actually go in this place?" Xander asked as he peered in through the glass doors.

[OOC: For the roomie-in-law, NFB due to distance.]

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Anders diverted himself from the realization that he was going to be one-handed when it came to putting up any poles or what have you by giving Ray a helpless look. "I might have to take back what I said about him being completely prepared," he teased.

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"Well I don't exactly walk around Fandom with my pants down most of the time!" Xander argued.

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"For which," Anders returned calmly, "I'm pretty sure my roomie is . . . you know, I was going to say glad but . . ."

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"If I left it up to him I'd have a tattoo on my ass that says 'If you can read this, call 555-RNGR immediately.'"

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Anders stopped dead in his tracks to double over laughing, then slid the silver bracelet off his left wrist to show Xander the engraving that read My name is Samuel Anders. If I forget who I am I will call Bel and Phoebe immediately on the inside. "Can't say I don't know the feeling."

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Xander snorted and reached under his shirt collar to pull out the dogtag on a chain around his neck that said, "If found, please return to Bridge Carson."

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"They're conspiring," Anders said. "I swear they are."

Like they were apparently conspiring to stave off the inevitable of needles and poking. Not dirty.

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"Well, I did get him a matching one. In case the next time we have amnesia or whatever, we don't wake up in bed together."

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"I swear," Anders grinned, "you guys are so cute. It's awesome. Don't change that or I'll have to get frowny and I've absorbed some of Bridge's frowny-face skills."

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Xander looked slightly nervous as his tattoo artist -- his non-Ray tattoo artist -- slipped on gloves and started picking out paint bottles. "But not so cute it's disgusting, right? You'd tell me if it was disgusting."

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"Nope," Anders replied, not looking sideways at Xander on account of his shoulder being prepped. "Can safely say I've never even had the remotest urge to hurl."

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"See, true friends will tell you this stuff." True friends will also not laugh when you drop your pants and point to the dark green ink.

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Which would be why Anders wasn't laughing, no. Okay, so part of it had to do with sharp pointy things coming very very close to his shoulder AAAAAAAAAAH, but there was no laughing. Maybe a slight grin, though.

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"I hear you not laughing, you know."

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"If you did," Anders pointed out, "you would also be hearing me screaming in pain."

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"Oh come on, it's not that b---OW."

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"Uh huh."

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"Oh, hey, Jimmy, he wanted that in English," Ray said from behind Anders.

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"You what?" Xander, alarmed, craned his neck but that was kind of useless what with the BEING BLIND IN THAT EYE DUMBASS.

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They didn't hear Ray not-laughing.

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Aaaaaaaaaaaaand that would be Anders with his eyes shut tight and his face turning redder than that one bottle of ink over on the shelf with the effort of not-laughing.

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Xander sighed. "I hate you all."