Two photographs, one above the other, of black script lettering reading Party on, Wayne on an inner arm and Party on, Garth on a second arm, both in a fine-line lettering style.

Two matching script quote tattoos on arms

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The top photograph shows the phrase Party on, Wayne in flowing black script across the inner arm, and the lower photograph shows Party on, Garth in the same style on a different arm. The linework is clean and even with no shading, and the tattoos are set against plain, evenly lit skin on a plain background. The two images are stacked to compare the designs side by side.

Lettering Forearm Script text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Every evening the lamp on Scarrow Head had to be wound up the tower, and every evening Wayne and Garth Pell argued about who would carry the paraffin. Their mother had kept the light alone since their father went under the trawler Mary Jane in the February gale, and she had taught them both the stairs before they could read. Wayne was the older, and said so often. Garth was the quicker, and never let him forget it.

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One night in October the fog came in thick off the water and the foghorn cracked and broke. Their mother was lying up with a bad chest, so the boys climbed the iron stairs with a lantern between them, counting the one hundred and twelve steps aloud the way she did. At the top Wayne struck the match, but his hands shook, and it was Garth who held the glass steady while the wick caught. The beam swung out over the grey sea, and a long way off a single answering light came on, which was the Corran ferry feeling its way home.

When the first boat came through the channel, a fisherman shouted up that the Pell boys had saved his nets and his neck. Wayne grinned and said it was nothing, and Garth said it was a good deal more than nothing, and they went on arguing about it until the sun came up. Their mother heard it all from her bed and laughed until she coughed.

Party on, she said to the ceiling, which was what their father used to say, and the boys have said it ever since.