Let's Get Inked (Cam <3)

When Ray asked Cam to go get tattoos with her, he thought, sure, why not? Cam had a hard time saying no to doing anything new, and he knew it would be an incredible experience. Besides, it was in celebration of her birthday, and he wasn't going to be a party pooper. She was turning nineteen, and it only made him smirk to think of how much of a cradle robber she'd been when they were dating.

For his tattoo, he knew it would be smart to start with the outline and get it colored later. Smart, and cheaper.

"A magpie," he said with a smirk, though it actually did mean something to him. "I just figured if you were going to get something with wings, I wanted something like that, you know, since we're doing it together," he said, giving her a nudge and moving through downtown.

"Are you excited?" He asked, opening up the door for her to the shop. Cam was really excited, anything like this got him excited.

Cameron smirked and gave her a sideways glance. "It's not just for you," he said, surprised at how she didn't know about Maggie. "I know," he agreed, tucking her arms in around his, "I have one back home in Cali." It was going to be a good day.

Being a little nervous just added to the excitement. He laughed as she exclaimed her excitement and he followed her into the shop, hands in his pockets.

Cam took out his idea and a letter his dad had sent for the occasion. The guy seemed content with the information given and guided them towards the selection of inks to choose from. "I think we know what we want," he said, smiling as he handed his phone over where the picture was open. "I was thinking just the outline today," he explained, and the guy nodded and walked away with his phone, explaining he wanted to print the picture.

"Guess I'm going first," Cam said with a broad smile. He was completely pumped for this. Once the guy returned, he pointed to his butt. "Put 'er right here," he said, to which the guy only smirked. Cam laughed and shook his head. "Nah man, I was thinking... outer ankle?" The guy agreed and set Cam up on a bench of sorts.

Cam was holding Ravyn's hand and gave it a little kiss. "Did ya hear that? He's going shave my ankle." He said in a terrified voice. Cam was such a goofball sometimes.

"They're loads of fun, especially if you can teach 'em to sing," Cam mused, missing his home in general. His dad was the only family he had.

"Because I'm strongest here," he said, sticking his tongue out at her. "Why, do you want to go first?" He asked, knowing already that the answer would be 'no'. Besides, he was getting ready to go. He smiled at her. Really, he hadn't meant to steal her thunder if there was any to take in the first place.

Cam pressed her hand to his face so she could feel how smooth it is. "I know, I was just playin'. I shave my face all the time." He laughed and lowered their hands, smiling up at her. "I'm actually pretty excited, I've never gotten a tattoo before." He turned slightly so she could see the piercing on the back of his neck. "It can't be worse than that, can it?"

Cam watched the process from the very beginning, from when his skin was swabbed down with alcohol, to the needle entering his skin. "Cool," he said lightly, watching as the outline of the bird was made, the shadowing giving it a lifelike effect that he couldn't stop staring at. "It doesn't hurt at all," he said, though it could've been the placing of it. "Ankle isn't that tender though," he said, wondering where she was going to get hers done.

"We're talkin' about going for you right? 'Cause I'm all out of money." He smirked at her, happy to be spending something he couldn't take with him once he was done with this world, with friends. "I'm in."

Cam shrugged. "Hey, that might work in your favour today," he sent her a wink. Obviously he had no idea if that's how the tattoo would work, but hey, he was trying to be optimistic!

Sometimes Cam missed what they had, if only he hadn't found something similar in someone else. He was glad his aesthetic efforts didn't go unappreciated. The blonde shrugged. "It didn't really hurt that much, it sort of just struck me, like lightning." He explained, his fingertips going to touch the ornamental piece again. That too, he had had for a long time. "I know right? Now I'll have a tattoo and be even more irresistible." He mused, as though this were a genius idea. And it was, just probably not in trying to attract people.

Cameron was pretty ticklish, so he was surprised that the gliding motion of the needle didn't make him squirm. "I mean it pricks, but it's not like a wasp sting or anything," he said, tilting his head every so often so he could get a better look. "On your shoulder blade?" Cam asked, looking up at her. "Shouldn't be a problem, I'm sure our bro here has done stranger things." The guy looked up at Cam and smirked, before confirming that yes, there were stranger spots to get a tattoo, or least, areas that didn't often see the light of day.

"Alright, your turn," he said, holding the paper towel to his ankle to stop any blood from pouring out. It looked pretty sharp, though he couldn't speak for everyone. Cam leaned in really close to her. "I got a tattoo!" He whispered excitedly.

"I wouldn't mind being struck twice," he said with a sly grin. Sometimes Cam thought he was so clever. "Oh trust me babe, I don't need the tattoo for that." He laughed, seriously doubting that a tattoo of a bird on his ankle would make him any more attractive than he already was. "Just don't get makeup tattooed on, that's super weird." And super unchangeable.

Holding Ravyn in the hug, Cam then held the wrap around his ankle and watched as she readied herself for her tattoo. He gave her a thumbs up when she stripped off her jacket. Damn, he forgot just how well endowed she was. He couldn't say he minded the view, apparently the shop guy didn't mind too much either. Cam smirked at the older man and shook his head, they were acting pathetic, although they had just been talking about putting tattoos on, the girls.

"Better?" He asked, going in to hold Ravyn's wing at the strange angle so she wouldn't have to strain as much. He gave her hand a squeeze. "Good, because I'd feel bad if you were crying about it." Cam's light blue eyes went over the drawing as it was created, fascinating by the moving art coming to life on Ravyn's shoulder.

Cam snapped his fingers "Raccoon eyes," he pointed at her in general, "now that's attractive." Of course it was anything but, but she would know that if she knew him at all.

It was actually really too bad she wore a bra. It was too bad any girl wore a bra. But oh well, Cam couldn't really complain too much. It was just too easy to get distracted, not wearing bras would probably only make it worse. Anyways.

"So?" He countered. "You're allowed to cry if it hurts." And he was dead serious. Why would he hold something like that over her head? Cam smiled and nodded a couple times, before realizing she wouldn't be able to see him doing so. "It's awesome, looks like it might take a while though," he said, the very fine details of the wing going on the back of her shoulder forever. His ankle stung now but he was loving the feeling. "Want anything while we wait? A Coke? Some pizza?" Why not? They were obviously going to be here a while.

Cam tilted his head to the side. "Well, from what I can see it looks pretty good." You know, besides all the blood and ink bleeding over the surface, he could tell what the gist of it was supposed to be.

"I think so," Cam said, fiddling with the piercing on the back of his neck and looking down to admire the tat on his ankle, even though he couldn't see it, he imagined it was awesome. It wasn't that he wanted to leave, he was just hungry, and he was pretty sure the shop keeper didn't have any food for customers.

"I'll be right back," he said, taking her money and holding it up like he'd won a prize before leaving the shop. It wasn't very complicated, walking over a couple shops and ordering a pizza and a two litre bottle of Coke. He was probably addicted to the stuff.

"You guys like pepperoni and a whole lotta cheese, right?" He asked, walking back into the tattoo shop like he was coming home. He'd brought enough for three of them, at least, a large better be enough. The tattoo artist looked more than pleased. "I'm not feeding you though," he said sternly to Ravyn, breaking off a piece of the hot pie and passing it to her.

"How's it commin'?"