And I don't think the world is sold on just doing what we're told. ♫

Those song lyrics bringing a small smile to the redhead's lips as she holds out her arm for the tattooist, her brown orbs shifting up toward the clock on the wall although she can barely read the time due to intoxication blurring her vision. 

It's...roughly around 12am and she is at least 3 hours late for her nightshift. 

Ace has gotten her truly and utterly drunk; well that's what she could argue anyway.

But in truth she got herself into this state; papa Mihawk gets to go all over the world, hook up with floozies and drink expensive wine. 

And what does she get to do with her time? Run the bloody museum. 

Not that she is bitter, she's very grateful for the job and the studies that her father made her take, she's rather intelligent for her age. But she couldn't help the nagging feeling while watching Ace and Sabo drink together; she has been obedient, patient and hard-working all through her teenage years, she never allowed herself to get drunk and do stupid stuff.

It was boring. 

So tonight she decided to skip work and join them, drinking her weight in whatever alcohol they gave her since she's unfamiliar with most, she knows that Sabo and Ace won't let anything bad happen to her during this at least. In fact she'd argue they're the best pair to get trashed with. 

Ace laying down on his stomach on the tattoo bed beside her, being inked by a blonde guy with red tattoos, his name's Bellamy although the trio keeps forgetting it and instead calling him 'Hyena' since he apparently looks like one.

The poor guy doesn't get paid enough to deal with this, honestly.

The freckled raven's plan is to get purple bones in the shape of a large cross on his back with a skull in the centre, the design was one that he had been planning on using for a while now but never had the time to go through with it until tonight.

He attempted to persuade Sabo and Kyo to get tattoos also, the blonde being smart enough to decline while the redhead agreed, she has always wanted one after all but never went through with it due to her father's strict rules. 

Her design being a simple black cross that will decorate her forearm, she has always liked crosses admittedly, they remind her of her father due to the cross he always wears around his neck. 

Her artist is a woman with blue hair and a large tattoo covering her right arm and chest, she had also told the trio that her name is Nojiko at least 5 times now, only for them all to forget it again immediately. 

Sabo sat between the two and pressing a cold water bottle to his forehead, he had slowed down on the alcohol consumption a while ago so his hangover is already beginning to kick in, the poor thing was promised food once this is over. 

"Let's go to the club after this, it's open until 3am~!" Ace excitedly blurts, causing his sibling to pout and for Kyo to nod in silent agreement, she has no intention of going into work tonight so she may as well have some fun instead. 

"You said we were getting food!"

"We can eat in a club~!"

The blue-haired woman finally smiling to herself as she pulls away from the girl, completely ignoring the bickering brothers in the background. "All done! Anything else you'd like?" She questions while disinfecting the youngling's arm before wrapping it with cling film.

"Do you pierce eyebrows here?" 

Everything that kills me, makes me feel alive. ♫

By the time Ace's tattoo is finished, Kyo leaves the parlour with 3 earrings on each ear, an eyebrow piercing and a tattoo on her left forearm. But she feels good, as if she's finally expressing herself a little, a smirk tugging on her lips as she follows the boys to the kebab shop, her legs a little wobbly and her vision still very much distorted, at least Sabo stops to link arms with her to help keep the girl up-right.

"You better eat something while we're out," The blonde's voice falling serious as he frowns down at the redhead, his free hand taking her handbag and hoisting it over his shoulder while the other supports her weight. "You need to soak up the alcohol!"

All he gains in response is a small hum, although food does sound quite good right now.

Must be the drink making her hungry. 

"Hawk-eyes is gonna kill us."

"We'll just take her to ours for the night, he doesn't need to know."