Between Inked Lines

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Vince eyed the tattoo shop anxiously. It was a small place with huge windows and a neon sign that announced "Yes, We're Open" next to one which proudly shone the store's name, "All Inked Up," in bright red letters. His buddy Chris owned the shop and had been pestering him about coming in for another tattoo for ages. The guy had already given him the Native American style eagle on his left arm and thought he should do something on his right to even it up. Leon and Letty stood by his side, there to give him some moral support, they had said. He knew Leon just wanted to see him wuss out of it. "Are we going in anytime soon?" Leon questioned, his eyebrows raised at his best friend.

Letty hit him and put a comforting hand on Vince's shoulder. "You know you don't have to, V. Tattoos hurt like a bitch. Doesn't make you any less of a man if you don't want to get one. Hell, Dom is too scared to get one.

Vince chuckled, putting an arm around Letty before pulling her close and placing a kiss on her forehead. "Let, I love you, girl. You know that?" She nodded in response. He sucked in a breath before taking a step toward the door, opening it slowly.

"Vincent Petrelli! I never thought I'd see you come into my shop again!" a loud, gritty voice called through the shop. Chris stood from his station where he was tinkering with his machine. He was a skinny guy covered in tattoos. There was barely a blank space on his tan skin apart from his face. "You here for a tat?"

"You know it," Vince said as the two friends did a man-hug. "You remember Letty, don't you?" Chris nodded his greeting at Letty who smiled in return. "And this is the new guy, Leon."
Chris shook hands with Leon, eyeing the tattooed Native American head on his shoulder. "Nice to meet you, Leon. You getting something today too?"
Leon shook his head, no. "Some other time."

Your loss," Chris said, shrugging.

"What do you want to get, Vince?"
                                                                Vince sighed and pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. "I was looking to get some kind of dragon on my upper arm."