Opal Tattoos was lit up by a neon sign on top of the storefront. When we walked in we were met by a short Hispanic man.
"Uhhh are you guys available to do some tattoos." Luke asked.
"Depends on how many and what your getting tatted." The man replies.
"It's only us two," Tara says and points in between the two of us.
Everyone else chickened out the closer we got to the tattoo shop.
"What are you getting tatted?" The man asked.
"What if we get 4D tatted?" I asked Tara.
"I'm down." She replied.
"Ok yeah we can do that, follow me." The man says with a friendly smile.
Besides 4D being the iconic loft number from new girl it just so happened to be Tara and I's shared apartment number as well.
"Ok so you come with me," the man says and points to Tara, "And Alex will be tattooing you today." The man says to me.
Before I could say yes the most attractive woman I've ever seen walks out of one of the rooms.
"Hey I'm Alex." She says.
"Alex you'll be tattooing her, she wants 4D tattooed." The man says nodding towards me.
"Oh cool like from new girl." Alex says with a smirk.
"It's also our apartment number." Tara calls out from behind me.
Alex looks at me and smiles before saying "Ok come with me."
I try to act calm despite being totally enamored and drunk.
"You got this!" Luke calls out from the waiting area with Lou, Jacob, and Tara's one night stand.
I turn back and offer them a sheepish smile before walking into the room following Alex.
"You can lay down there, I just you to tell me what you're looking for before I set up." Alex says.
"Umm...I...sorry I'm a little drunk." I say not making eye contact.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" She looks at me.
"Oh yeah this tattoo was a sober thought it was just an impulse decision to get it now but I'm fine."
"Would you like me to get you some water?" Alex asks.
"No it's okay, thank you though" I say offering her a smile.
"No problem. Let's start with the basics. Color, size, placement, font?" She asks while sterilizing her station.
"Umm black, pretty small about this big," I say showing her with my fingers, "I was thinking right where my shoulder and chest meet and I think I have a pic of the font I was thinking.
"Ok perfect." She says offering me a reassuring smile.
Why couldn't I get the man. I now have to worry about not looking like an idiot in front of my tattoo artist and still worry about actually getting a tattoo as well. I glance over at her preparing her tattooing gear carefully. She turns around and meets my stare. We hold eye contact for a second before she says excuse me and reaches over me to grab her glasses on the table beside my seat. Her arm grazes my chest and I squeeze my eyes shut. Fuck Mya. Why does she look hotter in glasses? I didn't even realize that was possible. On the bright side this is gonna be a great story to tell when I'm sober and not horny as hell. I hold up my phone and show her a reference picture for the font.
"I like it." She says with a smile.
I watch her pour the ink and all I can do is stare at her fingers. On her right hand in between her middle and ring fingers she has a small tattoo I can't make out. I wonder how many tattoos she has and it's like she can read my mind because she proceeds to ask me if this is my first tattoo.
"Oh no I have a few small ones." I say.
"Of what?" She asks like she's genuinely curious.
"Well um I have a bouquet of flowers in the crook of my elbow, and I have a thirteen on my hand for Taylor Swift, I have another Taylor Tattoo of her lyrics tattooed on my ribs, I have this Cat tattoo on my ankle, and then I have two interlocking female symbols on my hip."
"No way," she places down her equipment and faces me before revealing she has two interlocking female symbols tattooed in between her fingers, "we have the same tattoo, I know it's common but it's still cool."
I smile bigger than I should. How can I resist. Even though it's quite clear she's gay the confirmation is nice. But mostly I'm smiling because it gives me another excuse to feel like we are connected. She turns to me.
"So where again were you thinking placement wise?"
"Oh, I was thinking right here." I say pointing to between my shoulder and chest.
"Do you mind taking your sleeve out?" She asks.
"Shit sorry." I say before I start to take my arm out of the sleeve of my long sleeve dress. This is the worst possible outfit to have worn for this placement. The neck of my dress is too tight for me to take my arm out of. I end up having to pull down the top part of my dress all the way down to my stomach. Even then my bra strap is in the way and I have to readjust that too.
"May I?" Alex says gesturing to my arm so she can sterilize the area.
I smile and nod yes. When he hand finally comes in contact with my arm it's not the cold of the pad that shocks me but rather the warmth of her hand. Her face is so close to mine as she carefully rubs the spot on my arm. I think she noticed I was nervous.
"Don't be nervous, you're practically a pro. Also now that I can see most of them you've got some nice ink I'm glad I get to join the collection." She says before finishing.
"Thank you." I say as I try to stay calm. This is the worst possible moment but I'm starting to feel the alcohol ware off. She starts the tattoo gun and looks down at me for a second before saying.
"Ok let's do this."
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Fling
RomanceA girl named Mya goes out with her friends not expecting anything besides to wake up the next morning with a hangover. She does wake up with a hangover and an addition of a matching tattoo with her best friend. She can't remember much of what happen...
