{-01-} An Unexpected Meeting {-01-}

"Why do I get the feeling that you two are up to something? Oh, I'll have the Chicken Stir-fry." I question my lovely best friends, and saying the last part to our hot waiter while taking a sip of my apple martini.
"Oh, are you accusing your two most favorite best friends of scheming something?" Liz asks after checking out a guy at the bar then turns her attention to me. I raise my eyebrow knowing full well that they are deffinately going to get me to do something.
Kimmie sighed heavely,"Fine, Abby, do you remember our last sleep over when we played truth or dare?"
Damn, I knew I shouldn't have agreed to play that. Why do I always get myself into these type of things? I thought to myself after remembering that night when I had a little too much to drink. When we, Kimmie, Liz, and myself, drink we usually don't remember events that happened the night before, so much for them forgetting the whole thing.
"No...maybe...yeah, I remember," I answered trying to lie, but in the end couldn't. I was never a good liar. That was something I always hated. Oh well.
Liz smirked, "Well, we finally came up with the perfect dare for you. We know that you've always wanted to get a tattoo but, as always, you chickened out, so guess what? You are getting a tattoo tonight. And, who knows, you may even find a gorgeous babe while you're at it."
"One question, can I choose what my tattoo is going to be?" I ask feeling okay with the dare.
Its true, I have wanted to get a tattoo since all three of us were in highschool. Every time I was planning on getting one I would either get nervous and chicken out like Liz said, not have enough money at the time, or was too busy with work to get one.
Kimmie and Liz both nodded and I smiled. We hurried and ate our dinner so that we could race to the nearest tattoo shop before they closed. It was around ten o'clock the last time I checked on my cell phone.
Oh, I'm sorry for not introducing myself properly. I'm Amber Chelsea Smith, Abby for short. I am twenty-one currently living in Chicago, Illinous. I live in a messy an apartment complex not too far from the city limits.
My two best friends that I never wanted are Kimberly (Kimmie) Jones and Melissa (Liz) Paige. I don't really remember how we actually met, I think at a concert or something, but after we met we were almost inseparable from each other.
Once we were at the tattoo shop, I started to get a little nervous feeling again.
I should have never played that damned game with them, I mentally beat myself up.
"Hey, welcome to our tattoo shop. What can I do for you three beautiful ladies this evening?" The man at the desk at the front of the shop asks standing up from his chair.
"Well, my friend Abby here and I would like to get a tat, if its not too much trouble," Liz stated while elbowing me in the side.
The man smiled, "Not at all, what are you two thinking of getting?"
"I want a tribal start on my right ankle," Liz said smiling back while leaning on the man's desk. Flirt.
"Oh yeah, I was wanting to get a black rose thats peircing a heart," I said finally coming up with an idea.
The man nodded and went further into the shop and we both followed. When he stopped he spoke to another man, whom I assume to be a tattoo artist also, and the two men got their stations ready for their newest clients.

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Thanks. See, I told you I would get this out. :)