Jameson raised a skeptical eyebrow but said little as the big man listed off his various monikers. “And you keep all that in your head, huh?” he said sardonically, though he couldn't stop the smirk on his face from growing. “Gotta admit, not fond of many of those. As far as I can tell, you're not a robot so I'd prefer to stay away from strings of numbers. Not of the others really call to me either... except Aaron, but you already nixed that.” Jameson found it odd Aaron didn't have a preference for what he liked to be called, and he toyed with the idea of making up some ridiculous name just to fuck with him. After a brief pause, the silence filled with the subtle sound of his tongue clicking up against the roof of his mouth, Jameson decided to keep things civil. At least for now.<br/><br/>“What about just A? Will you let me get away with that?” he laughed, watching Aaron's face for the slightest sign of amusement.<br/><br/>The bells on the door chimed, signaling an abrupt end to their interaction. Jameson's mouth twitched southward as the big man pulled his hand away and wandered to the foot of the stairs, instantly transitioning into “Grunt,” subtle warning signs and all. The young tattooist wasn't as pleased and he should have been to be getting clients. Money was money and he needed it. There were bills to be paid, groceries to buy, weed to acquire, burn, and acquire again. Shouldn't matter when or from whom the money came. And yet, Jameson forced a smile as the guitarist called to him.<br/><br/>“It's Jameson, bud,” the young man grunted through gritted teeth. “Yeah, uh, Tonto's upstairs. Give me a sec and I'll grab him for ya.” His eyes quickly scanned the rest of the band and the girls following closely behind. “I can definitely take care of you. After I get the old man we can chat about what you all are looking to get done.”<br/><br/>Quick steps took him to where Aaron stood and he offered the big man a grin. “Just need to get by you real quick. Tonto would kill me if he knew I was just wasting time while his buddy was here.” He placed a hand on Aaron's bicep, perhaps a bit too bravely, and slipped past him as smoothly as an otter through water. He took the steps two at a time, reaching the top platform where the steps met a heavy locked door.<br/><br/><i>Bang bang bang!</i>“Tonto, your boy's here!” Jameson called, bringing his face close to the wood. “Need you down here!”