Cheshire Cat [[EDITING]]

4

Shamrock Tattoo, I have heard about this place. I am a little hesitant because I usually get my tattoos done by two artists that I am pretty familiar with back at home, Dave and Greg. I am kind of weird in that sense; I get comfortable with a particular artist and don't typically stray, although I knew I was going to be getting a tattoo while I was here in town.

The door opens and the potent scent of ink and sterilizer finds its way to my nose, while the buzzing vibrates off the walls greeting us at the door. I have missed getting a tattoo. It has been since I had my shark done on my side which has been about nine months or so I would say by now.

I take in my surroundings, observing the artwork plastered on the walls and Harry says hi to Mark and Freddy. He seems to be pretty close with them, so I wander from his side to admire the artists work while they chat. I stroll back to his side at the counter where more photo albums can be found.

What people chose to decorate their bodies with was always so fascinating to me. The art, the placement, all revealing small details of a person you don't get through conversation.

Harry wraps his arm around my waist pulling me close to him causing stomach to flutter as I breathe in his scent. Minty freshness accompanied with the cologne I swear I have smelt before, but on him it is intoxicating. I lean into the warmth of his body, wrapping my arms around his torso while his arm remains around my waist. I continue to calm my nerves to the best of my ability but the buzz builds the adrenaline making it hard to relax. My legs have morphed into putty so I lean my body against Harry for support, my hands gripping against his toned body tightly and I can feel my palms begins to sweat. My thoughts are interrupted when I hear Harry speak my name.

"This is Chelsea; she is looking to get some work done." He introduces me.

"Hello" I shyly smile reaching my hand out to shake his hand.

"What is it we can do for ya hun?" the friendly voice replies.

"Uh well I was thinking I want an anchor her on my leg," I say gesturing to the surface I want stained with ink.

"We can certainly do that. Do you have an idea in mind or would you like it free handed?" He continues to question me about my vision.

"Well I have a picture of the style anchor I want but I would like some slight modifications," I continue as Harry is discussing an art piece with another artist.

"We can get those drawn up for you if you would like to kick back for a few while we do that." He says to me and Harry.

"Yeah we can start on the paper work while you get started." Harry suggests.

I hand the artist the photo I want recreated and he begins his sketch while I take a seat in the front and fill out the basic information. In California tattoos are considered body modification so the paperwork can be a little lengthy, which wasn't my favorite. Harry takes the clipboard from me when I finish and takes it up to the front desk before returning to pester me for a few.

"I am going to get your name written across my forearm right here." He barely manages to spit out through his amusement.

"I think that would be a lovely addition to your collection." I smirk back. "I think I am going to get Freddy's name on my anchor, I mean look at him he's such a babe." I nod towards Freddy to which Harry turns to take a look.

"I don't blame you; he has an irresistible charm about him." Harry manages to speak through his broad smile and I gently swat at his arm.

"Once my name is one you, you are stuck with me for life." I playfully threaten.

"Oh, well I better change my paperwork then. I don't think I can't tolerate you for life." He shifts in his seat to stand before laughing at my expression and falling back into his seat and grabbing my hand.