The Tattoo Artist

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The time has come again!

“That’s fine with me. I don’t wanna drive so…you’re in charge of that.” He rolled them over so he was sitting on him. “And you should probably put on actual clothes.”

“Cool, yesss,” he grinned, standing up and pulling Tom to his feet.  “Tacos.  So starved.”  He dragged Tom over to his car and pushed him inside, hopping in himself and going off on one of his rants.  I’m not high right now what do you mean– “And that’s why I think we should ban pigeons.”

“...I-I...that was actually a good goddamned argument.” He slid out of the car and opened the driver’s side door, grabbed Jaz’s wrist, and pulled him along. “We should eat, then go see if we can pick up a few girls. Sound good?”

Tom wasn’t pleased that he was on the floor right now, but honestly he didn’t care. “Missed you too. What do you think you want? I have some cash to spare, I think.”

“Tacos,” he said without even a pause, because though he may be broke, he was considerate.  Ish.  “Fuck I am starving.  Feed me.”

“That’s fine with me. I don’t wanna drive so...you’re in charge of that.” He rolled them over so he was sitting on him. “And you should probably put on actual clothes.”

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Tom wasn’t pleased that he was on the floor right now, but honestly he didn’t care. “Missed you too. What do you think you want? I have some cash to spare, I think.”