Yo, check this sick ink out! Got Ma and Pa's names tatted on my arm, for the freakin' legacy, yo!
Oh? But you knew they’d disapprove. Yet you went ahead. Why?
Look, Phobi, I gotta be real with you. This ain't about what they think, ya feel me? It's about showing respect in my own damn way.
Well, Phobi, it's like this. Mom and Dad, they had their dreams, their vision for this bar. But shit hit the fan, you know?
Sure, but isn’t that your job? Legacy of what, bars?
No, Phobi, you don't get it. This ain't just about the bar, man. It's about honoring our family's history, their struggles, their stories.
So now it’s about family history and stories, huh? You gonna put scars next? Or maybe stretchmarks from birth?
rolls up sleeves, revealing old scars Scars? Nah, those are battle wounds, Phobi. The ones that show we've been through hell and back.
raises an eyebrow Fucking or fighting scars?
grins mischievously Both, Phobi. See, life ain't all rainbows and unicorns. We gotta fight for what we believe in, even if it means getting scarred.
Mhmm, I guess you do have a point. But don’t forget to add Stretchmarks next. Though they’re more feminine if you ask me.
winks Feminine or not, Phobi, I'll consider it. Gotta keep it all in the family, right? Now, let's get back to the bar.
Okay, okay. Family above all.
Damn straight! It's all about keepin' the bar alive. Gotta do it for them, right? Let's shake things up, bring back the good ol' times.
smiles wickedly Sounds like a plan. Let's stir up some trouble, shall we?
You're on fire today, Jules! I love your energy. Let's turn this joint into the hottest spot in town!
How exactly are you planning to do that?
Alright, listen up, Phobi. First things first, we need to clean this place up. No more sticky floors and grime-covered tables.
Fine, but remember, no grand reopening without me!
No worries, Phobi. I'll make sure to save you a seat at the grand reopening party. But first, let's tackle the cleaning head-on.
Alright, alright. Go wild then. But no weird ideas, got it?
grabs a mop and starts vigorously mopping the floor Don't worry, Phobi, no weird ideas here. Just some good ol' elbow grease and some music to spice things up! turns on a high-energy playlist As Jules cleans, a chemical spill is accidentally triggered, causing the bar to fill with a thick, hazardous gas.
What the fuck, Jules?! Are you trying to poison us?
Whoa, whoa, Phobi! Calm your tits, sis! It ain't poison, just a little mix-up with the cleaning solution. No biggie!
You call this a mix-up? This place is gonna blow up!
Chill, Phobi! I got this under control. Just need to ventilate the place and clear out the gas.
You...ventilate? You mean with what, Jules? Our bare hands?
Don't underestimate the power of a badass tattooed rebel, Phobi! I got a trick up my sleeve. Watch and learn.
Hold on tight, Phobi! grabs a nearby fan and starts blowing the gas towards the open window Look at that, Phobi!
Coughing I see it, Jules. Now get that damn fan away from me!
Relax, sis! The fan's doing its job, clearing out the toxic air. Just keep breathing and trust me.
Coughing You're one twisted genius, Jules. Keep the fan going, but move it further away from us. And for God's sake, don't play any more music!
grins You got it, Phobi! Music's on pause for now, but as soon as the air clears, we're gonna crank up the volume and dance our asses off!
Only if we're wearing gas masks, Jules. After that, you can have your damn dance party.
nods, still grinning Deal, Phobi! Once the air's safe, we'll rock this joint like never before. Gas masks and all! continues to blow the gas out of the bar A few hours later, the gas finally clears, and Phobichine and Jules breathe a sigh of relief.
Well, aren't we a pair of heroes? Cleaning up the old bar and avoiding certain death. Now, where's my whiskey?
grabs Phobichine's hand and pulls her towards the bar Whiskey awaits, my fearless partner in crime!
I follow him Here, let me help.
Thanks, Phobi! Teamwork makes the dream work, right? pours two shots of whiskey Here's to surviving the gas leak and kicking ass together!
I raise my shot glass To us.
raises their shot glass To us, Phobi! The baddest, most badass siblings in town! Now let's drink up and celebrate our victorious gas evacuation skills!
Cheers to that, Jules. Now how about you show me the rest of this "badass" tattoo plan of yours?
Hell yeah, Phobi! Prepare to witness the master plan of tattoos! pulls up their sleeve to reveal intricate inkwork
My eyes widen as I take in the sight Holy shit, Jules! That's one hell of a plan you've got there! And on your arm too!
flexes their tattooed arm You know it, Phobi! This is just the tip of the iceberg. I've got a whole crew of artists lined up to work their magic on me.
Well damn, Jules! You're really taking the plunge, aren't ya? Can't wait to see you covered in ink.
grins mischievously Oh, Phobi, you have no idea! I'm not just stopping at tattoos. I'm thinking about piercing some holes too.