the tattoo artist’s skills not their sex appeal.
“Is that their slogan?” I joked as I took in the building. I recognized the style of building. It was an old warehouse that had been revamped into apartments or commercial spaces. They were very common in this area.
The building was old red brick with multiple busines ses booming out of the bottom. There’s a trendy bar at the end, next to a deli, an art gallery, and then of course Dirty Ink.
“No, but it should be. I tried to make my appointment with my buddy Jonas but he didn’t have any openings. Jonas and I used to go to church together. He’s done all my work. I haven’t had any work done in a few years, since he’s moved to this shop, so I don’t know any of the other guys here.” Then why did she think there slogan should be home of the sexiest tattoo artist ever if she didn’t actually know them? “But he recommended one of his friends, so you’re seeing him.” That made me feel a little better. At least this wasn’t a completely random guy she found in a phone book or something.
Maggie pushed the door open and a little bell hanging off the door announced our presence as we stepped into a lobby, complete with a red leather couch and counter with an enclosed glass case, which appeared to hold piercing jewelry and gauges. The walls were painted brick and almost completely covered in framed artwork. It should look sloppy or cluttered but it all seemed to flow. There was rock music blaring in the background with the gentle humming of the ink guns and easy chatter of people.
“ Heeeey,” said an average size, blond guy that looks slightly familiar but I couldn’t place him looked up from behind the counter where he had been drawing something. “It’s Lovely,” he called out smiling from ear to ear while he looked directly at me. My smile dropped.
Lovely? What did that mean? There was no way this guy had any connection to my one night stand.
“Lovely?” another guy called out and he popped his head around the corner before looking straight at me. “Lovely,” he said as a greeting like we were old friends.
I glanced over at Maggie, sure I was blushing and she just eyed me curiously. Confused as well. Was she making the same connection to my one night stand evaluation as I was? God, I hoped this was completely unrelated but then I was not that lucky. I didn’t know if I could go through with this if I was going to be getting grief about it the whole time. I knew it was only a matter of time before Maggie jumped on the bandwagon, all in good sport of course.
“Lovely?” another guy called.
“Oh it’s Lovely,” another said. And the greeting and commentary referring to me as Lovely just kept coming.
“Isn’t she lovely?”
“I’d like to spend some time with Lovely.”
“I wonder if she would show me a lovely time.”
Oh my God, I was going to die. My cheeks were burning. I was ready to turn tail and flee.
“What can I help you with Lovely?” the blond behind the counter asked . “Looking for a lovely time?” he asked and winked at me. That’s when I placed him. He was one of Lincoln’s friends from the bar. I was glad they all had a good joke at my expense. If I ever saw that ass again I was going to kick him in the balls. Who was I kidding? I’d never do it. I might beg him to spend another lovely night with me though. I was pathetic.
“Actually, we have an appointment,” Maggie snapped giving him a sharp look. He cowered back a little. Maggie could be scary. She was all for a good teasing but she could tell I was uncomfortable so she would be determined to put a stop to it. Plus, I don’t think that she’d made the connection yet. I was dreading when she did. If she didn’t raze me here then I’d definitely get it once we left. Shoot, I’d tease her about it. If it wasn’t me it would be funny.
Some guy with copper hair
“Is that their slogan?” I joked as I took in the building. I recognized the style of building. It was an old warehouse that had been revamped into apartments or commercial spaces. They were very common in this area.
The building was old red brick with multiple busines ses booming out of the bottom. There’s a trendy bar at the end, next to a deli, an art gallery, and then of course Dirty Ink.
“No, but it should be. I tried to make my appointment with my buddy Jonas but he didn’t have any openings. Jonas and I used to go to church together. He’s done all my work. I haven’t had any work done in a few years, since he’s moved to this shop, so I don’t know any of the other guys here.” Then why did she think there slogan should be home of the sexiest tattoo artist ever if she didn’t actually know them? “But he recommended one of his friends, so you’re seeing him.” That made me feel a little better. At least this wasn’t a completely random guy she found in a phone book or something.
Maggie pushed the door open and a little bell hanging off the door announced our presence as we stepped into a lobby, complete with a red leather couch and counter with an enclosed glass case, which appeared to hold piercing jewelry and gauges. The walls were painted brick and almost completely covered in framed artwork. It should look sloppy or cluttered but it all seemed to flow. There was rock music blaring in the background with the gentle humming of the ink guns and easy chatter of people.
“ Heeeey,” said an average size, blond guy that looks slightly familiar but I couldn’t place him looked up from behind the counter where he had been drawing something. “It’s Lovely,” he called out smiling from ear to ear while he looked directly at me. My smile dropped.
Lovely? What did that mean? There was no way this guy had any connection to my one night stand.
“Lovely?” another guy called out and he popped his head around the corner before looking straight at me. “Lovely,” he said as a greeting like we were old friends.
I glanced over at Maggie, sure I was blushing and she just eyed me curiously. Confused as well. Was she making the same connection to my one night stand evaluation as I was? God, I hoped this was completely unrelated but then I was not that lucky. I didn’t know if I could go through with this if I was going to be getting grief about it the whole time. I knew it was only a matter of time before Maggie jumped on the bandwagon, all in good sport of course.
“Lovely?” another guy called.
“Oh it’s Lovely,” another said. And the greeting and commentary referring to me as Lovely just kept coming.
“Isn’t she lovely?”
“I’d like to spend some time with Lovely.”
“I wonder if she would show me a lovely time.”
Oh my God, I was going to die. My cheeks were burning. I was ready to turn tail and flee.
“What can I help you with Lovely?” the blond behind the counter asked . “Looking for a lovely time?” he asked and winked at me. That’s when I placed him. He was one of Lincoln’s friends from the bar. I was glad they all had a good joke at my expense. If I ever saw that ass again I was going to kick him in the balls. Who was I kidding? I’d never do it. I might beg him to spend another lovely night with me though. I was pathetic.
“Actually, we have an appointment,” Maggie snapped giving him a sharp look. He cowered back a little. Maggie could be scary. She was all for a good teasing but she could tell I was uncomfortable so she would be determined to put a stop to it. Plus, I don’t think that she’d made the connection yet. I was dreading when she did. If she didn’t raze me here then I’d definitely get it once we left. Shoot, I’d tease her about it. If it wasn’t me it would be funny.
Some guy with copper hair
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