I sit in the black leather chair and watch as Jackson works on my tattoo. The only noises being the buzz of the tattoo gun and the clicking of the clock. He wipes and fills in the rest of it.
"So.. you coming to my party tonight?" I ask, smirking at him.
"Hey man.. if that's an honest invitation you know I'll be there.. unless my sister gets overdosed again. We both know she has an issue.." he says while wrapping plastic wrap around my forearm to make sure the ink doesn'tidn't smudge.
"Alright X. I'm all done." He says smiling at his work.
I honestly loved watching an artist at work.. showing their strengths. I run my hand over the wrap before pulling on my leather jacket.
"I see your work and I'll raise you 200." I say before smirking and handing him the money.
"You come back any fucking time, Man. I'd really love to work on your back." He says before we walk out of the back room together.
"Best fucking customer right here!" He screams drawing attention
I exit the tattoo shop and jump into my 98' mustang before pulling out.
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Trying to Get By
RomanceI opened my computer and began to type. So.. I don't usually type things up. I guess I should start with my name.. Xavier King. I'm currently a Senior at Brookswell High. My parents were always strict.. And although I'd like to explain.. They died l...
