Same Old, Same Old

Kelton grinned, waving at him and clinging close to his friends.

"Ohh so he's the face I'm doing?" The girl raised an eyebrow, stubbing her cigarette out in the ashtray beside Xavier. She stepped over, looking closely at Aristotle.
"Yeah he is." Asher nodded.
"Where do you want the tattoo? And do you have a picture of him with you?"

Aristotle slipped his hand into Asher's.
"I want one too....I want one of Asher..."

"Oh, more fun for me." She grinned.
"And none for me. This is not fair." Phil grumbled as Asher answered the girl.
"I'm thinking of getting it on my shouler and yes, he is my cell phone wallpaper." Asher nodded.
"I am warning all of you. I am hung over as fuck so no piercings unless you want to be bleeding internally." Xavier nodded.

Aristotle glanced at Phil.
"Well...I also want his name somewhere...can you do that?"
Kelton giggled softly, stepping over to grin up at him. "I guess you werent kidding."

"Course." Phill nodded and then looked over at Asher, raising an eyebrow with an almost confused expression.
Asher leaned over and whispered to Phil something so only he could hear. Phil blinked when he was finished.
"Okay! I'm sorry!"
Asher smiled sweetly.
"Nope, Sure wish I was though." Xavier groand.

Aristotle frowned at them.
"What are you guys saying?...."
"Poor babe." Kelton patted his shoulder.

"Nothing." Asher nodded, pecking Aristotles cheek.
"He is being mean!" Phil pointed to Asher.

"Tell me." Aristotle frowned lightly, looking between Phil and Asher.

Asher had told Phil that if he said one mean comment about Aristotle, he would cut of his dick then shove it down his throat and up his ass...
"He was threatening me." Phil nodded at the boy.

Xavier whined.
"Come hug me. My head hurts."

"Th..rea...ten..ing..." He sounded out, a confused look on his face. "Asher?" He didn't get it...

"Awww." Kelton smiled, wrapping his arms around Xavier, hugging him lightly. "Shouldnt have been drinking then."

Phil smiled and looked away, shaking his head.
"It means I was telling him... I was going to hurt him.' Asher explained.

"Dont tell me what to do." Xavier whined.

"How come?" Asher blinked at him, then at Phil. He was obviously not all there...

"I wasnt, I was telling you if your going to complain dont drink in the first place." Kelton smiled softly.

"Tattoo time!" Asher nodded. "Ary, I want you to stay out here with Kelton while I get mine, okay?" He cried when he got tattoos. He didn't want Aristotle seeing that.

"But....I wanna be with you." Aristotle squeezed his hand tightly.

Asher frowned lightly.
"I... bleed and cry Ary baby. I don't want you to get upset."

Aristotle frowned, pulling Asher to his chest.
"Then no tattoo....no...."
He didn't like it...

"Baby, I'll be fine. It just hurts when its happening." He nodded, kissing Aristotle's cheek.

"No...I dont want you to hurt...No..." Aristotle shook his head, pressing Asher close.

"Baby I want the tattoo..." He frowend lightly.

"B-But...no....Asher..." He shook his head, gently caressing the boys hair.

"Please Ary? I like tattoos, they just hurt a bit." He frowned.

Aristotle looked upset but he noddled and lowered his head, his shoulders slumped he went to stand beside the door.

"I love you sweetie." He pecked his lips before going into the tattoo room with Cassie.
Xavier watched Aristtle for a moment before turning to Kelton and exhaling smoke rings.
"Is Asher seriously with him?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes he is, and watch what you say. He is one of my best friends." Kelton nodded, watching as Aristotle's bottom lip poked out, and tears start rolling down his cheeks.
His Asher was going to hurt...