@meldarlin seemed you had a hit or miss day, enjoy this.
have you considered
Dean Smith verse where kid sister Jo comes to visit and is the best sort of pain in the ass that only a little sister can be. And they make a bet and she destroys him at the gym, on the court whatever. So he has to do what she wants on her last day there.
Which is get matching tattoos.
And while he doesn’t want it he never goes back on a bet. Jo drags him to a tattoo shop she found online in the hipster part of town and Dean sneers at all the beards and piercings.
He has a bit less of a sneer when he sees the bearded man behind the counter, because the broad shoulders, suspenders, and hat are all speaking to him in a way that he would prefer didn’t.
Jo is bouncing and excited. “My brother and I want to get matching tattoos. This if we can.” Dean looked down at the drawing and saw it was the super secret magic symbol they had made up when kids to protect their treehouse.
“Oh come on, really? We drew that when I was like 8. I can’t believe you are making me do this.”
“She’s not.” The man said behind the counter. “I’m Benny this is my shop and no one gets on my table that doesn’t want to be there. I’m happy to give you some ink sweet girl.” Benny winked at Jo who giggled. And Dean scowled.
No one told Dean what he could or couldn’t do.
“I want the tattoo.” Dean said.
“Sorry chief but you just said you didn’t. I ain’t putting needle to skin for someone who isn’t here because they want to be.” Benny looked Dean up and down slowly. “And you look the litigious sort.”
“I want the tattoo.”
“And I want me a pretty fella to drink a cold one with and listen to some old tunes and have a good snuggle. Looks like we’re both shit out of luck today chief.” Benny smiled at Jo. “Give me an hour to draw this up, coffee shop across the way is good.”
They walked over Dean grumbling the whole way.
“That was impressive for ticking someone off, even for you.” Jo said grinning.
“That was bad business.” Dean replied ordering a non fat latte.
“I don’t know, I think it was good business.” Jo said putting three sugars into her coffee.
“Well I’m getting my ink, and you, you’re going to go back until you convince him to give you the tattoo.”
“So? I don’t follow.” Dean said.
“God you are a moron.” Jo said. “You are a pretty fella, idiot. And he sized you up right away.”
“He’s not my type.”
“So you going back?” Jo asked smirking.
“Yup.” Dean grinned. He always got what he wanted and maybe now he wanted more than the tattoo.
I’ve gotta say, you’ve somehow pegged the way tattoo artists flirt (have you spent much time with one?). This is adorable!