✧･ﾟ:* Heaven *:･ﾟ✧

ii.

  Monty

Zoning out... That's what he did whenever he needed to think... or when his friend was trying to talk to him non stop.

"Hey! are you even listening to me?" The male turned his attention to the girl who was speaking to him

"How can I ignore a loudmouth like you?" Monty huffed looking at her with an expression of boredom clearly written across his face for her to read.

"Damn, no need to have such a sassy attitude. I was just asking if you were going to the party tonight, its at one of the frats near here and it starts around 8. So in like 2 hours." She smiled looking at him.

He scoffed at her and stood up. Him? Monty Brontë? At any type of college related event? What a joke. Walking over towards one of the backrooms he chuckled at that crazy comment

"First, you know I hate anything even slightly related to college, and second, you know I do not do parties." He blatantly stated which caused the girl to huff. He continued into the room where there were all different types of drawings and sketches scattered on the floor in one of the corners of the room. "So stop trying to convince me, Nani." He added on before turning around to look at his co-worker. She looked at him with an annoyed look, not just because of him being rude to her, but also because his 'office' looked like a fucking pig sty.

"Yeah, actually. I take my invite back. your ass is staying behind and cleaning up your fucking room. What client would want to get a tattoo from you in your room when it looks as nasty as this??" yes, she may have been overreacting but it worked because he began picking up his sketches and neatly placing them on the counter top.

"Actually a lot of women like me tattooing them" he said with a flirtatious wink. She groaned and rolled her eyes before turning and walking out the door they came in from. 

"Just clean your damn studio/room whatever the fuck its called and make sure you lock up because I know you're gonna stay late anyways. See you tomorrow Monty" He waved at her, not bothering to look up as he flipped through his sketchbook looking at older designs for more inspiration. He was just about to begin cleaning up, but before he could do anything he heard his other co-worker call out for him.

"Hey Monty. You got another client!" The male's voice boomed through the studio. Without hesitation he stood up, placed his sketchbook back on the counter top and made his way to the front where his friend and also co-worker, Taliesin, was casually reading a book with his feet propped up on the desk.

"Alright Daith. Who is- oh" While trying to figure out who his next client was, he laid eyes on an all-too familiar person who showed up at their shop from time to time. This time he was really not feeling like dealing with her bullshit. Said female made eye contact with him merely a few seconds after and smiled before walking over to him and giving him a hug in which he did not return.

"Montyyyy~ hey cutie! It's been a while" She looked up at him batting her eyelashes making him grimace internally. 

'how could she think that makes her look cuter'

"Hi Hayley, long time no see." He really wasn't comfortable with her hugging him. She was wearing a fairly revealing top and extremely short shorts which he knew was because she was gonna try and get in his pants... again....

"Go to the back room and chose a design. I'll be back there in a bit." He faked a small smile at her which dropped back into a stone cold expression after she left his sights.

"Are you fucking kidding me. this is gonna be a long ass fuckng afternoon"

"Good luck. She's more of a loudmouth than Nani so you're gonna need it." Daith chuckled sensing his friend's slight awkwardness.

"Thanks Daith. It really helps" Mercer growled back sarcastically.

"Yeah, no problem bud."

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2 and a half hours later and he was done, she was gone, he could finally 'relax' Throughout the entire session she just kept trying to flirt with him which annoyed him even more. From trying to say cute things to him, to sitting on his lap so he could have a "closer" and "better" angle to tattoo her shoulder. He had never felt as happy as he ever did when she walked out the damn door.

He stood up and wiped his forehead not realizing how hot it was getting in his personal studio since he had been so concentrated on finishing the tattoo on that girl's shoulder. Checking the time he realized how late it was and just took his shirt off knowing that not many customers come in at this time of the night. Her looked around the room and saw how messy his studio really was and grimaced

'I really need to start being more organized' he thought to himself as he turned on his music. and beginning to clean up. 

Honestly, cleaning up was a bittersweet thing for him because, yes it is a chore and it could be tedious, but he enjoyed seeing old tattoo sketch ideas he had made in the past. He soon came across a box of his sketchbooks he had organized based off of where he wold want them located on someone's body. He picked up a book that he had labeled "under boob" He scoffed and scrunched up his face.

'underboob" what the fuck were you doing you horny fucking bastard- ooooh never mind that shit would be hot as fuck-' just like earlier today, because cut off but this time it was Daith had walked into his room.

"You've got another client, last one of the night. Sorry man." before he could even argue he stood up to his full height and looked at the girl standing in front of him. She looks drunk as hell.

He walked over to her and crossed his arms. "So whaddaya want?" he tried to sound annoyed in hopes she would leave but she just smirked and pointed to the sketchbook still in his hand.

"I want whatever is in that sketchbook"

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LMAO rip. I love coming up with extra characters on the fly

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