June 10: It Was A Wonderful Life: Fabian, at the Prewetts'

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“Dude, I’ve seen his arse since day one! And you think your life has been hard for the last few hours.” Gid rolled his eyes as he slapped his best friend’s back, half slumping on him as he fumbled with the muggle money. Honestly, what were the faces doing on the paper money? Plus, they didn’t even move! The staring face of a woman smiling back at him whenever he took out some money was the strangest feeling.

Though that random thought quickly passed as they all stumbled out into the crisp night, where a particularly chilly breeze hit him in the face, slapping him temporarily out of his drunk haze.

Phoebe. Magic. Booze. Tattoo. Arse. Right.

The night was still very young, and with a look exchanged with his other brother, the redhead burst out laughing at Edgar’s suggestion, finding the whole thing hilarious, though he wondered if either of them would remember the story of how they had arrived at this conclusion in the morning. Whatever! He got to sign Fabian’s arse, he sure as hell was going to sign his name in flowing letters, though with a bit of a twist.

"Gideon Prewett’s b*tch has a nice ring to it. Wouldn't you guys agree?" grinning evilly at his twin as he rubbed his hands together like one of those creepy assistants in muggle horror movies.

And for his mopey best friend, he figured nothing said sorry to Phoebe like an attribute or apology tattooed to his arse…well it made sense to him right now anyway.

Phoebes,
This sorry arse is all yours.
Love
Fideon and Gabian Prewett

Yes, that’d work out nicely!

“Come on! Tattoos aren’t gonna appear on their own!” laughing a bit drunkenly as started towards the interesting-looking shady? tattoo parlor they had passed by earlier. This was gonna be epic! Bromance for the win!

[Fabian Prewett]

Fabian rolled his eyes at his brothers, tempted to just moon them in the bar. He had a lovely arse, and the two of them should be pleased that he was willing to share such a fine piece of art with them. Frankly, he thought they were just jealous because he had fabulous ideas and they didn't. He followed them out of the pub, giving them both a smirk as they all took a moment to enjoy the fresh air.

But he had to laugh, shaking his head at the idea Edgar had given them. Having his two best mates sign his arse was the perfect idea, although he wasn't sure he trusted Gideon. "Oy, you better watch what you write mate," he said to his twin, turning around to look back at the two of them as they walked down the sidewalk. His brother was soon issuing a challenge, headed toward the tattoo parlor and Fabian turned to give chase. "Last one there has to get their tattoo first. C'mon Eddie, better catch up!"

[Edgar Bones]

"Where's the fun in that? Gid, I'll pay you mad galleons if you make that happen!" Ed laughed at the twins' exchange, the whole point of this idea seeming to not worry about what happened. They could just charm them away later if they wanted to, right? Just because they were permanent to muggles, that didn't mean they couldn't find work arounds if this ended with spelling errors or some shite. Not exactly what you pictured for your first tattoo. For a while he'd been throwing ideas around, wanting something with meaning and all, but being restricted to muggle parlors instead of wizarding ones had its pitfalls. Don't need to worry about that anymore, if she doesn't come back - can get all the moving tattoos you want -

    She's coming back.

And is gonna kill you for this -

A mite distracted, he was behind when the Prewetts suddenly took off at an impressive pace. Not quite knowing his right foot from his left at this point, Ed nevertheless did his best to sweep into the neon-lit tattoo parlor in first or second place. It'd be much more amusing to watch one of the twins get inked before sitting under the needle himself. But luck wasn't on his side that night, and while he avoided running into the door, Ed was the last inside the small smoky room, not too unlike the dive bar they'd just left. Regardless, Ed stepped in with confidence, sweeping back his long hair as he grinned at the woman behind the low counter. "Good evening, madame," Ed said, all drunken charm. "We are in need of your services. How much for three arse tattoos? Not three tattoos of an arse," he clarified with a wave of his hand towards him and the gents, "but on mine. And theirs. Just signatures. Nothing fancy." 

[Fabian Prewett]

“Hey now,” Fabian started, laughing as they walked down the street. “My arse is beautiful, and you both should feel blessed to have seen it.” The night air was cool, and it felt like a good night to do something they might regret in the morning. Although, Fabian could hardly see how they would regret it. Getting tattoos together would only solidify their friendship, as far as he was concerned. And tomorrow morning, they’d look back on this and laugh. That much he was sure of. Except - “Hold up, I’m no one’s b*tch. Especially not yours, even if you are older. Ed, promise me you won’t let him write that on my arse!” It seemed that Edgar was all too willing though, offering to pay mad galleons for it, and Fabian pouted the rest of the way to the tattoo parlor as they ran.

The girl behind the counter looked at them skeptically, and Fabian did his best to flash her a charming smile. She didn’t seem convinced, but after peering at the three of them let out a sigh. “If you’re sure about this, it’ll be fourty pounds.” Fabian let out a laugh, digging in his pants pocket for his wallet. Fourty pounds was a great deal, if he could remember how pounds worked. Muggle money was always so confusing. The woman behind the counter watched them with a look of annoyance on their face as they all got their money together, and Fabian set it down gently on the counter. “Follow me.” He draped his arm around Gideon’s shoulder as they followed her back, and watched with interest as the woman set up her station with the three of them standing around. “Well, here we go. Edgar here is going first, he’s just so anxious have our names on him,” Fabian said, nudging Edgar forward.

[Edgar Bones]

"I wouldn't call myself eager," Ed said, chuckling as he got as comfortable as he could, arse-up on the station. But he was smiling, why wouldn't he be? This was a grand idea, and their friendship, their brotherhood, deserved commemoration. No, the heartbreak kid was all smiles through most of his time - through the twins giving their signatures, through dropping his pants, through the thinly veiled annoyance the artist had with them. It wasn't until the needle started buzzing through his skin that he had a pair of regrets about his lack of supervision of the writing. 1) He couldn't know for sure what was written until this was all over and he had a mirror. 2) Unless he was sorely mistaken, one of them had grabbed an inordinately large marker, leading to an extended time under the needle that he hadn't bargained for.

It wasn't all that long, thankfully, before the three men left the parlor, laughing and in debates of whether they were now worse for wear or better. Feeling that not much worse could happen to him tonight, Ed stuck his wand out to call for the Knight Bus. Yeah, the beds weren't bolted to the floor, which he'd always felt was an oversight, and the shaking and the sudden stops probably wouldn't be the best for keeping the alcohol in their systems, but they were in no shape to Apparate. Besides, he could do with a bit of a lie down. It would be over soon, right?

Stumbling, limping, coughing, they left the Bus at his apartment, Ed making it to a bush just in time to water it. But the stairs up to their place were too high, too long, for legs suddenly too tired. He yawned with more vigor upon realizing that not only did he have to ascend this behemoth, but also bring Sadie down and up again. And, by the time he'd returned, it was likely that the Prewetts would have claimed the preferred sleeping areas. As they'd more than earned them this night, though, he'd allow it. With only a bit of griping. "Alright lads, make yourselves comfortable," he instructed, whistling for the pooch and hooking her leash. "We'll be right back, don't start the pillow talk without us."