A/N - I'm slowly getting back into writing... I can see Sid getting quite a few tattoos in the near future, so maybe I'll write more for that. If anyone wants to know, the woman Cliff sees in the magazine is Brody Dalle (The Distillers, Spinnerette). Enjoy!
"What did you want me to do?"
"Whatever you want," Sid shrugged, earning a wide-eyed look from Motley.
"Are you mental?"
"What?"
"You just gave Cliff permission to put whatever he wants on your arm. You know tattoos are permanent, right?"
"That's kind of the point, yes."
"Have you been drinking?"
"No." Mot gave her one of those looks. "Maybe a little."
...
"Cliff?" Sid raised an eyebrow at the older Bohemian as he held a mirror up to show her his latest design. "Why is my arm telling people to fuck off?" He shrugged and Sid stared at the mirror for a moment. Really, it was quite cool; a skull (complete with a pink bow on its head) on top of a butterfly with, as she first noticed, "fuck" written above it and "off" below it.
"Was looking through one of the magazines earlier," he told her, taking the mirror. "This woman had the same one and she reminded me of you."
"Right..." She watched him before shaking her head, laughing. "You're pretty awesome." Cliff grinned.
"I know."