ON HOLD Killing you (Danny Worsnop/Austin Carlile Love Triangle)

Candlit Dinner With Inamorta

I woke up the next morning tired as fuck. We had all stayed up late just being fucking retards. Cam managed to light his shirt on fire. Riot pushed James in the pool. Boy Sam threw his shoes on the roof. Ben decided he was going to dance and fell on Danny then passed out for a minute before doing it all over again. I'm sure Sam and I have six packs from laughing so hard. I got up and took a shower, borrowing Sam's bath stuff. I was out and in a pair of pants and shirt, not that god awful dress, in twenty minutes. Sam and Ben were done within the hour and we were on our way to see this building.

They were definitely right about one thing, it was in the heart of Dallas. The outside of the building was old white bricks. The landlord was outside waiting on us and smiled when we walked up to him.

"Hi. I'm David. You must be the tattoo artist."

"Hi. Nicole Hernandez." We shook hands and he unlocked the door. The inside was relatively large. I immediately started planning the space. "Can I put tape on the floor? Just to see if the space would hold everything?" David nodded and Ben tossed me the tape. I started marking where three stations would go, where to put up a wall that goes from wall to wall for my office and the back room, where the reception counter would be, where the waiting area would be and a few other things along the wall. With the tape on the ground I was able to calculate the walking space and if it would be enough for no one to fall or anything. It was plenty of room and would even be enough if I wanted to add another artist.

"While you're looking and calculating I'm gonna tell you about rent and everything. This building is almost paid off, the people that owned it before you ran a grocery store out of here but when it went under they had to sell off the building. Rent is $200 a month, that's how close they were to paying it off. Here in Dallas we run things off of a yearly rate based on the amount of years until the building is theirs personally. At the end of a year, if you bought it next month, it would be paid off in August of next year. That'd be it. All you'd have to pay is your utilities on everything."

"What's the down payment on it?"

"$2,500 when you sign the lease."

"Why'd it go under?"

"The owner was diagnosed with cancer. Medical bills got to be too much on top of rent."

"How much business does this street get?"

"This is the second busiest street in Dallas. Especially during lunch time. If you look out the window you'll see." I turned around and saw the cars lining up on either side of the street. According to my phone it was almost 9 am. "Alright. Limits on redecorating?"

"Just don't put a pentagram on the side of the building outside and you're free to do whatever you want. Parking for employees is up the street there's a parking garage for this entire street. Clients get the parking in the front here. You get six spaces. If you buy the building there will be signs for that parking only."

"What if I have more than six people?"

"They can park in the parking garage as well. It's a two minute walk." I stood thinking.

"If I buy the building I'm putting a wall up in the back for my office and the break room, lockers and extra material."

"I can give you a contractor who will do that for cheap. I can have one here in the next five minutes if you want to discuss cost and decoration."

"Call him up. Have him bring paint swatches, floor tile samples, and anything else he normally brings." David stepped outside and Sam looked at me. "Well?"

"I like the space. I need to see what the price on redecoration is going to be. I'm willing to spend $15,000 in restoration and leasing. That leaves twelve-five left on interior. Then I've got to come up with a sign and name." Ben went to say something but my phone rang. I looked at the number and it wasn't one saved in my phone.

"Hello?" 

"Hey. Is this Tatt?" 

"Yeah. Who's this?" 

"Oli. Are you busy?" 

"Kinda. I'm looking at a building for a new tattoo parlor. Maybe expanding the business." 

"Fuck. Yes. Let me know when you get the new parlor up. I have a load of people to send your way. Your tattoo is the attention right now. I don't think it helped that I told everyone about it on stage the other day either." 

"Thanks so much Oli. I'll need the business with the parlor. The landlord is walking back in I'll talk to you later." 

"Bye." I hung up and David walked in with his contractor I guess.  

"Hey. I'm Gavin. You want a price value?" 

"Yeah." We immediately went into a conversation about what we were going to do. He put his bag down and pulled out floor tile samples.  

"This is a classic black and white which would go great with the style that you're talking." 

"I want it red and white. Same style. Just with red not black." Gavin nodded and took notes.  

"I want a purple on the walls. Maybe a violet." He nodded and took notes again.  

"Okay. Based on everything here you've got a total of $6,250. You said you wanted to talk signs and window decals?" 

"I've got window decals down. I want the sign above the door. Black. Old English Font." 

"What do you want it to say?" 

"Monarchy Rebellion. It needs to light up for night." He nodded.  

"Ready for a total?" 

"Yeah. Let's do it." 

"$11,575." 

"Perfect."