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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒛𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒈𝒖𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒑

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒛𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒈𝒖𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒑.

Lazily chewing on a piece of gum, the tattoo gun buzzed as you traced intricate patterns onto the arm of your client, while the sound of a radio separated the incense-filled room from the boisterous lobby. Patting on their arm with a cotton cloth, you swapped ink before muttering.

"Holy, you're the worst bleeder I've seen."

"It hurts like hell."

"Yeah, just try to endure it a bit more."

The sound of your ringtone rang through the atmosphere.

"Alright, I'll let you off the hook for a while I answer my call."

"Yeah sure."

Placing down your tattoo gun, you slid off your gloves as you strutted to the wooden desk in the corner before picking up your ringing phone.

"Hello? Y/n L/n speaking."

"Good afternoon, Miss L/n! I'm just calling to ask about tonight's VIP reservations."

"Yeah, what about it?"

"The 14th person on the sign up for tonight's fights hasn't responded, and we're missing a few dealers."

Ah fuck, just what I needed on a Saturday night, it's gonna be big money as well, cuz some of the top rankers are gonna be there.

"Well, if the guy doesn't come, we'll just let the audience decide from a bloodbath or let Maria handle it, and about the dealers, get Jackal and Theseus on it, I heard they're know a few tricks up their sleeves."

"Thank you, Miss L/n, I'll inform the others right after."

"Any more problems?"

"Nope, that's all."

"See you tonight I guess."

Hanging up the call, you turned towards your client, putting on a new pair of gloves before sitting on your stool.

"So, you must be Y/n L/n, 21st's holder."

"Well, I can't say you're wrong."

"So, how's the business going these days?"

"Fights still pretty popular, the casino's doing well, just a few weeks ago we got a guy from the top 10 coming to it."

"I wish you best of luck then."

Humming peacefully while you finished the rest of the tattoo in a comfortable silence, you bid the customer goodbye before preparing to close the shop. Walking outside to flip the closed sign onto the entrance of the door, the sunset light cascading on your e/c orbs as you lightly swept the sidewalk outside your shop before going back inside.

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