"There we go," said Max, letting go of Char's horns and sliding off of his poor, beleaguered back.

He pulled his phone out and dialed Vinnie's number. Ring. Ring. Ring.

And then Vinnie picked up. Good. He knew was was good for him.

Before he even had a chance to say "Hello" or "Oh God, what do you want now" Max spat out his question, "What tattoo parlor do you go to in town? Don't ask why, just tell me where."