With a cigarette between his lips Austin finally left the tattoo shop. It had been a long day and wrapping everything up took even longer. Someone managed to break one of the foot pedals for the tattoo machine. Of course the Irishman was expected to fix it and thus that is what he did. It took him an hour to find out what was the problem and to fix the pedal. Then finally he could go. The dark haired tattooist now quietly walked through the, rather empty, streets. He forgot to bring his jacket that morning and he had started to regret it more and more. It was rather cold out and the rain didn't help much either. It was only his jeans and T-shirt that kept some of the wind and rain out. The warmth of his cigarette was the only thing that kept him from shivering uncontrollably. 

In a hurry he walked and decided to take a shortcut. Then suddenly he froze in his tracks as he saw a sign that he found looking quite familiar. Burst Eardrums. One of his clients had told him about it once. It was some sort of pub or club or both, he had heard. Curiosity made him stand there for a little longer only to take a few more drags of his cigarette before throwing it on the ground and actually going inside and up the stairs. When he got up the stairs he looked around and saw but three others. Quickly he looked on his watch and shrugged lightly, it was quite early. "I'm sorry. But is it closed or did you just open?", he asked to whoever was the keeper just to be sure. He had this thick Irish accent that couldn't be missed by anyone. Austin scratched the back of his neck. His arms were covered with tattoos. He had a bunch of Celtic signs surrounded by tribals on one arm while the other was covered with Asian art.