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Kane:
I sketched the tattoo for an upcoming appointment while waiting on my next walk-in. We got back home a few days ago and I've been so busy, I Haven't had the chance to be with Dream. That explains my shitty mood. Being away from her for too long feels unhealthy to me.
Since the shit in Vegas, everybody went their own ways to calm shit down a little. Marco finally calmed down from the blow out he had with Dikhan and surprisingly he still wants to do the drop. As bad as I tried to talk him out of it, he isn't budging. I even told him he will still get his cut but he says he doesn't want anymore "handouts" from me.
The drop is the week after the wedding and Im watching Marco get more and more on edge about it. I never seen him so .. off.
A knock on the door caused me to stop my sketching. "Come in"
In walked a familiar face. I remember her face but her name is not coming to my mind.
"Hey" she cheesed walking inside. She barely had on any clothes and the little clothes she did have on was see thru.
"Wassam. What you need?"
"I Want a Rose Tat with a Name. Right here" she patted her exposed thigh. I nodded flipping in my note book to a few rose sketch ideas.
"I got a little time before my next appointment so I can squeeze you in. A rose shouldn't take long"
"How you want me?" She asked sitting on the chair.
"Just sit down regular" I mumbled going to a design I think she would like. I showed her the sketch and she agreed.
"You don't remember me from the Lex?"
I picked my mind trying to figure out if that's where I know her from. She watched the confusion on my face before speaking again.
"Oh god I was with Lola. She introduced us!"
"Oh yea. Samantha right?"
If looks could kill I'd be dead. "It's Scotlyn. Or scotty. But I feel like you knew that" she had a little attitude in her tone but it doesn't matter to me. Knowing her name would do what for me?
"Right. My fault." I mentally cursed already annoyed with the talkative ass woman in my presence.
I started to get my equipment together to start her tat trying my hardest to block out all the talking she was doing.
"—you know you're really talented and handsome?"
"Preciate you. Do you want color on this?"
"Red is fine. You know when someone says you're attractive, it's only right to say it back"
I hummed in response. "Don't tell me the infamous K-9 is shy. Cause you're far from it when you're out and about."
"Im not shit. Im just not interested and I need you to understand that"
