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Tim followed Sam and Jason into the tattoo parlour, sauntering past the reception desk so he could go stand by the wall. He leanted against it, folding his arms and looked around at all the samples on the wall. He had never once had an urge to get a tattoo in his life and he doubted that would change. He had been surprised when Jason came back from the Olympic try-outs with one too, but it suited him. "Didn't you bed the chick that gave ya the ink, Six? Is that standard procedure?" he asked with a smirk. "Payment for services rendered?"