Trouble // n.h (ON HOLD )

As I stepped into the dim lit tattoo parlor, a long brown headed girl stood behind the shiny glass counter, she was looking at her Boobs, slightly shifting them to look bigger then glanced up at me. I approached her giving a slight smile in the process.
"Welcome to the tattoo and piercings shack, how can I help you?" She stared at me as if she was studying my features.
"Uh, can I have spider bites please?" I asked.
"Mhm, just wait in the back." She looked at her magazine pointing to the back. I took off my sweater because I began to get nervous, I'm not okay with pain. I sat back in a black metal fold out chair. I looked down in my lap,sighing in the process. "Hello love, come on back." A raspy Irish accented voice came from the left. He had brown hair but the ends were blonde and his eyes.. Absolutely mesmerizing. He was wearing black skinny trousers and a sleeveless black shirt.His body was covered in tattoos, he was trouble. But trouble is what I like.