Tattoo Artist | o. diaz

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For the past 2 years, "Lopez Tattoos" has been the tattoo shop in Freeridge. Ever since it opened. Most people blame the fact that it was one of the few shops in Freeridge that wasn't owned by a junkie and the tattoos were actually amazing. Others blame the fact that the new owner and main artist was a girl, a gorgeous girl that looked like she belonged in Beverly Hills. Venus Lopez was no "Freeridge Hoodrat".

Intially from the Camagüey, Cuba, then the Bronx, Venus moved to Freeridge a few months after Spooky Diaz was arrested, so she had no idea what he looked like; all she heard was rumors. She moved with her parents to Freeridge to be closer to their family and what they thought would be a safer town.

For half a year, they thought it was, until some Prophets found out about Venus. She didn't know how dangerous it was to walk at night in Freeridge, so when she was walking from Jamal's house to her house, Prophets were trolling and found her.

They took her to Pimp Lane, and 8 1/2 months later, Luis García-Lopez was born. Venus didn't know at the time, but she was friends with basically the entire Santos gang, and when they found out, the blocks were at war for months.

"You got him, right?"

"Claro, mija. Just go to work while I spend time with my baby." Venus nodded and kissed her mom's cheek then her son's. She went back outside to the car her dad forced her to have when the incident happened. It was a weekday, but it was also summer, so the shop would be busier than usual.

It was almost noon, but no one was going to tell their boss to stop being late. The drive wasn't that long, and she parked right in front of the shop before getting out and walking in.

"Oh, look who decided to show up." An employee teased as she walked in. "3 people made appointments for noon, so get ready for them. They sent in some work, but one of them just wants a touch-up on an old tattoo."

"You almost done with this one?" Venus asked him, gesturing to the girl who was basically drooling as she watched him. Freeridge girls: always thirsty.

Her employee, Mateo, hummed so she walked back to the front and sat on the stool bef re she started putting her hair up into a bun with a few hair ties. As she was flipping through an art book, the bell above the door went off and she looked up to 3 Santos walk in.

"Sup, Pluto." One of them greeted. His name was Antonio, aka Sad Eyes, one of the Santos guys that got to know her in school. "This is Spooky. Spooky, this is the girl that did all our tattoos while you were gone."

"The tattoo artist is a girl?" He asked surprised. "You're the tattoo artist, right?"

"Yeah." Venus stated, but it came out sounding like a question. "Is there a problem with that? Because there's guys here too."

"Nah, you're just too pretty to be working in a tattoo shop."

Venus rolled her eyes, but she still didn't know if that was a compliment or not. "What tattoos you guys getting?"

Idk where this idea came from, but I'm hype. Oh and it won't be following the OMB script that much