Inked

Chapter 1

Hey guys! This is a new story I started the other day. I've recently been super fascinated by tattoos, and I figured it would be fun to combine two of my favorite things - FourTris and art! For those of you who haven't read my Random AU One-Shots story, you should know I'm not a huge fan of unrealistic drama being thrown onto these characters. So while this story may end up being a bit long, it will not include any plot twists that you would not have otherwise seen coming or that do not make sense. With that said, I hope you enjoy my story! :)

This is posted on Fanfiction, and one of my followers suggested I post it on here, too. Be sure to let me know what you think! - Loopy

It was a Wednesday. Tris could usually count on that one day of the week for a break of sorts, since it was Wednesday, for Christ's sake, and she couldn't think of anyone in their right mind who would wake up and say, "It's Wednesday! Time to accomplish things." Lord knows it took three cups of coffee just to drag her to get dressed. Wednesdays were the days when she was reminded just how long a week is, and she hated it.

A part of her knew it was bad for her to work every single day, but when she'd opened the shop nearly three years ago, her father's lack of faith had pissed her off. He expected her to half-ass everything, to get by with just a couple hours a week, and she wanted, needed to prove him wrong.

"Stop scowling. It's your own fault you're here," Tori teased, stepping into Tris's office to grab some sketch paper. Her comment was rewarded with a sleepy glare, and a grumbled order to shut the hell up. Tori laughed.

"Hey," she said as she moved back to her workstation, "at least we haven't had any customers."

Tris's head shot up at her words, prepared to scold her for jinxing the process, but Tori was already gone. Tris dropped her head on her desk and groaned. She hadn't slept much this past week, since she'd been swamped with clients. She'd had to do lots of research for some of her sketches. Not to mention, she'd worked at least seven hours of overtime in the office. Tori's brother back home wasn't doing too well, and Tris understood she couldn't be here all of the time.

Briefly, Tris wondered if she should hire another artist, but her stubbornness stopped her. They could make it on their own. Of course they could. Her shop was one of the most renowned in Illinois, and that was all because of the work she and Tori had done. They were fine.

The bell rang. Tris groaned again. Tori had jinxed it, and Tori was about to leave. Even though Tris was too stubborn to leave on the quietness of Wednesdays, Tori wasn't. She always left around noon, coming in for three hours for no other reason but to humor her boss.

Tris could hear Tori's laugh as she passed by her office again, this time with her stuff in tow. "Tris will be right with you," she chirped, presumably to the client. Tris made a mental note to strangle Tori tomorrow, and then she lugged herself from her chair, straightened her black tank top, and forced a smile on her face.

When she went out to greet the customer, she didn't recognize him. Of course I don't, she reminded herself. No client of mine has balls enough to show up on a Wednesday.

"Hey, welcome to Sparks Ink," she greeted politely reaching out her hand for him to shake. He glanced at it warily before struggling through the offered handshake. He seemed very uncomfortable with the gesture and in being in the shop in general.

Tris quirked an eyebrow, but she didn't want to make him even more awkward, so she remained quiet as she led him back into her office.

She waited for him to sit before she plopped into her beloved swivel chair. He was sitting straight as a rod. She watched him Adam's apple bob and quirked her eyebrow again before smiling.