"We'll be fine. You wanna know why? Because were Nikki and Vanity."
She nodded, staring up at him with eyes full of hope and love. "...And we get through everything. We'll be okay."
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-May 1994- *Nikki's POV*
I stepped into the tattoo shop on the strip, Greg, my tattoo artist immediately coming out from the back, "Hey man, you ready?" He questioned as he lead me through the shop and over to his area. I loved the smell of the sterile environment, the lights gave me a headache sometimes but it was tolerable. Some other dude was getting his leg worked on by another artist as he gave me a nod of acknowledgment. I pulled off my shirt and sat down in the leather chair.
We were gonna start filling in the octopus on my other shoulder that would lead down my arm alongside the Motley tattoo, flowers and the little Cupid figure I already had. It was also going to cascade down my chest as well.
I let my mind drift off as the buzzing from the machine started. The band was on a little hiatus at the moment. Music was still being produced, but just not at the speed I would like for us to be at. I guess everyone's just tired or something. Vince has been using his free time with Sharise and Skylar and when he's not with them he's driving race cars. It's a new interest of his clearly, I haven't been to the track with him yet but I know Tommy has.
Mick has been off doing his own thing with Emi, they got married a few months ago so he's off in la la land with her. I think she's a total airhead but whatever. He's happy so I'm happy for him.
Tommy is currently going through a separation with Heather but his ass isn't even here to deal with it because he keeps jetting off to New York for some bitch he met. I remember when he told me, he said he was in love. Which honestly, isn't the first time those words has came out of his mouth. It's annoying though, he just takes off and doesn't tell anyone where he's going or how long he's going to be away for. Whoever this chick is, she has him wrapped around her god damn finger and I hope Tommy knows what the hell he's doing.
"You still got that?" I opened my eyes to look over at Greg as he wiped away the excess ink.
"Still got what?" I questioned as he chuckled, "That." He pointed down to Vanity's name.
"Yeah, so what?" I became defensive and pulled away from him before he brought the needle back down on my skin.
"What does your wife think of it?" He grinned as I rolled my eyes.
"She hates it and wants it covered up." I admitted as I looked down at the cursive, rolling my eyes at the arguments Brandi and I had have over it.
"Shit, I would too if my lady had an old boyfriends name tattooed on her. I can cover it up if you want?" Greg suggested as he continued coloring in my shoulder.
