Do you know how great and exciting it is to manage to win 2 tickets to a show at the most exclusive club in all of LA? Well, this is exactly what happened to Mabel and Dipper during their trip to celebrate graduating from university. The young man i...
"Well, I wasn't expecting you to come back so soon." The club owner smirked at me. He had exactly the look a teacher has when she catches you cheating on a test. That "So, now you're pretty fucked up, aren't you, my dear?" type of look. He stood opposite me, in his dressing room, leaning against his desk. It was only 2 p.m., but Bill looked quite tired despite his sassy appearance. I wouldn't be surprised if he just got up. After all, the club did not close until 4 in the morning.
I studied him closely. To my surprise, he looked completely different from yesterday. He was wearing black trousers and a dark blue shirt with the first two buttons unbuttoned, showing a piece of his tanned chest. His hair was pulled back into a bun, so his bangs wouldn't bother him too much. I had to say that it suited him better. He also still wore the eyepatch, so I assumed that he had to wear it for health reasons and not just as part of an outfit (as I first thought).
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However, something I didn't notice before got my attention...
Bill had tattoos. And not exactly a little. Every inch of skin I could see on the man was covered with a tattoo. On his chest, on both hands, he even had small triangles tattooed on his joints! All these artworks were precisely made and were of such quality that they could be considered masterpieces. My eyes traveled along those beautiful black lines and curves, and I wondered how many of those tattoos he actually had. Maybe there were more of them under the clothes, but I didn't dare to ask. Damn, I'm staring at him here while he waits for my answer!
"I-I have my reasons," I tried to answer as quickly as possible, but somehow, I couldn't stop staring at those tattoos. Bill noticed that and immediately asked, "You like them, don't you? Do you wanna take a closer look? " I, embarrassed, took a step back. "N-no, that's not necessary!" I stammered, and the man laughed. He must have thought I was an idiot. I felt shame all over my body and had a great desire to turn around and go back to the hotel. But that was no longer an option: Either I passed this job interview and got a job, or Mabel and I would end up homeless.
"Well, yours doesn't look bad either, Pinetree!" He said when he finally stopped laughing and watched me blush slightly. I looked at my left hand and then at the man again. Yes, I had a tattoo too. Though mine wasn't as amazing as Bill's. It was just a simple design, made of dark blue lines and waves.
I got it during my studies. You know... when you meet your friends, get a little drunk, and then have the courage to do such bizarre things as to get tattooed. Although I will never forget the argument with my parents. It was a big discussion on the topic: "Why the hell did I want a tattoo ?! No one will ever hire me with that, etc. "
In the end, however, after a few months, my parents learned to tolerate it, and they somehow stopped being bothered about it. However, if it was a larger, much more bizarre tattoo, I am not sure how they would react. I guess they would force me to go remove it.
