Milty rolls his eyes and pulls Scully over, asking what she thinks of Ed's tat. Ed looks vaguely embarrassed. Scully takes a look. "Wow," she says. Then glances up and totally gives him the eye. He gives it back. "Eddie," Jodie says threateningly. "Um, the, uh, color on the lips. It's extraordinary," Scully covers. "Something I find in Soviet prison. I tell him, everyone get tattoo they deserve. Beautiful, cheap, thought-over, impulse," Milty says. Scully pretends to be fascinated by this, but she's really eyeing Ed's guns. "Thought I was your girl," Jodie whispers to Ed. Milty informs Scully that tattoos reflect, on the outside, what's inside a person's soul. "You'd break my heart over that cheap redhead?" Jodie continues, igniting the fury of Scully fans all over the nation. "You talk to her and I'm going to be bad," she threatens. Milty is still yammering that he used all kinds of crazy shit instead of ink, back when he was in the Big House. Charcoal, urine, plants growing in the prison yard, like "rye and such." Which is what he used on Ed, he tells her. Scully nods.
After a moment, Russian UnderSurveillenceski walks in and gestures at Milty, who nods. "Pardon me. You look," he tells Scully. Ed pulls on his shirt. "Mind some advice from a stranger?" he asks Scully. "Make sure you've thought it over before you get it done." Scully smiles slyly at him. "What, you didn't get the tattoo you deserve?" she asks, rather flirtatiously. He smiles at her. "Mine was...too impulsive," he says. "Never say never?" Scully asks. She is flirting with him! Ed nods. "Sometimes I wish I were that impulsive," Scully tells him. This is Ed's cue to wonder what a nice girl like Scully is doing in a crappy tattoo parlor like this. Scully smoothly lies that she's visiting her aunt, who lives in the neighborhood. "How about you?" she asks. Ed tells her that "there's a real crummy bar across the street that's good for when you're feeling down." Apparently, he was feeling down. Scully looks out the window at The Hard Eight Lounge. A bunch of bikers are milling around the doorway. "So, it wasn't so much 'impulsive' as it was 'hammered'?" she asks, smiling coyly up at him. Ed grins at her. "Have you, um, seen much of Philadelphia?" he asks. "No," Scully says, no doubt thinking bitterly that she never gets to have any fun because Mulder is, like, the enemy of fun, what with all the blah blah my sister got abducted, blee blee search for the truth, yada yada please drill a hole in my head crap. "There's a couple of really nice restaurants by the river, if you're interested," Ed says. "I'd like that," Scully tells him. Ed's face lights up. Aw, the hot guy with the crazy talking tattoo likes Scully! Who then tells him that, unfortunately, she's leaving town tonight and can't go eat with him. Ed bravely gives her his business card and tells her to give him a ring if she's ever in town again. "That's my home number. I work there mainly," he says, and takes off. Scully watches him go, then looks at the card thoughtfully.