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[crassidy]

Alright there, lads and lasses?

[Brightly, followed by a brief slosh of liquid as he slurps something from a bottle.]

Been thinkin' a bit, taxin' as that is on me brain meats. Bout lots of things, really, but uh...

Tomorrow is me big One Twenty-- not as good as the oul Four Twenty but gotta wait another three hundred years for that one, like, so this'll have to do 'til then. I'll be acceptin' donations of the alcoholic and controlled substance variety, or money will do if you're underaged. Might even buy you a pint in return if y'find yourself around Maurtia Falls tomorrow.

Thought it might also be time to get some more poorly planned ink in the process, and I figured. Well. Maybe it'd be less poorly planned if I asked for suggestions from folks first. I'm acceptin' any and all ideas, even the truly shite ones. I mean, Christ, if you've seen me, you'd know I already got a whole lotta bad decisions inked out, doubt you lot could come up with worse. In before someone suggests a knob tat.

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[hampire]

Do I look like a tattoo person to you, love?

[crassidy]

Never too old to start.

[hampire]

It's not a question of age.

[hrmph]

[crassidy]

Ah, c'mon now, you know that's not what I meant, there. Could just get a tiny one, size of a finger nail. Like a lil' heart on yer butt cheek.

[hampire]

Is that your best suggestion?

[crassidy]

A lil' Irish clover?

[hampire]

You've probably noticed I'm not Irish.

[crassidy]

I think we shared enough fluids at this point, love. You must be at least half by now.

'Sides, if you want more Irish in you, I'd be happy to oblige there.

[hampire]

You're incorrigible.

[crassidy]

You started it! You should def come along though, might catch sight of somethin' that takes your fancy. Some real fancy bah-rock squiggles or the like.

[hampire]

Yes, all right. If only to prevent you from getting something obnoxious.

[crassidy]

Honestly for the best, I dunno what sorta condition I'll be in when I stumble off to get one.