Pricked 

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Ronald was slightly offput by the place’s appearance. It looked rather shady, but he mostly trusted the other man, so he nodded, having a final puff of his cigarette before tossing it away. “Yeah, I’m ready.” He said confidently.

Eric slipped inside, heels clicking on the hardwood floor. The lobby was empty so he went straight for a book of example tattoos sitting out on the front desk. He flipped through it idly. “He’s probably workin’ on  another customer.”