"I'm not really in the habit of calling myself anything when I'm alone," the taller man grinned almost imperceptibly. Grunt looked on as the young artist studied the work on his hand and gave a subtle nod as Jameson gave his appraisal of potential options. "but if you have to have something, the bosses called me 81919, my neighbors called me Five by Three or Five by, my friends called me Timber, and my momma called me Aaron when I was born and the Devil when she testified against me."<br/><br/>His eyes followed to the stairs leading to the second floor. "And Dirty Dale calls me Grunt." He shrugged. "Call me what you want, except that and Aaron."<br/><br/>The two upstairs could be heard moving around now and then. Someone would walk, or pace. Someone would sit in a chair and it would squeak along the floor. Now and again either of the men would cough and the lowest murmuring of voices could be heard through the floor. There was no way of making out what they said but as Grunt and Jameson stood there looking upward, the bells on the door clanged loudly and the band walked on in.<br/><br/>The addition of the four members and three girlfriends made the room feel suddenly smaller and much less quiet. Grunt reflexively pulled back away from Jameson and sauntered to the far end of the room nearest where the stairs went up to the second level. One hand went into a front pocket and the other rested on the waistline of his pants around the side. It was a common resting position for anyone packing heat and ready to use it.<br/><br/>The band members were as most bands were; loud, cool, and demanding the attention of all in the vicinity.  "Hey buddy!" Jameson was greeted exuberantly by the guitarist who seemed to remember him from the last visit they'd made and the singer roamed around looking presumably for Tonto. No one paid any notice of Grunt at all. He just seemed to meld into his surroundings through his quietness and sheer will to not be paid any attention to.<br/><br/>"Hey, James," the singer began, not quite getting the name right. "Where's Tonto? He's supposed to ink me today. Steve-o and a couple of the girls want inked too. You got time for that, right? You're the walk ins guy?"