belle_etoile (tsukino) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-12-02 15:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | belle etoile, flash thompson |
WHO Val & Adam
WHAT Getting a tattoo
WHEN Recently
WHERE Some Tattoo place
WARNINGS None!
Val had found a little dive tattoo place from a friend of a friend and that was really the only recommendation she needed. It hadn’t taken much to convince Adam to draw her an adorable little Ewok so someone would have to colossally fuck up. She didn’t think that was going to happen if there was a halfway decent artist in the shop. Which, there probably was. All in all, Val wasn’t too worried. She had Adam’s sketch and Adam himself. What could possibly go wrong? It was one of her favorite questions to ask. Getting the tattoo, and possibly the piercing, she hadn’t decided yet, would serve as a good distraction from the very serious shit going on in her life. Dealing was getting a little more complicated now that she was owing Seven a lot more money and giving away some of her stash for free to MK and Adam. It was worth it, but it still left her in a bit of a hole moneywise. She’d worry about it later though, especially since MK came over and bought some shit from her with a nice wad of cash. That wad of cash was happily paying for her tattoo. Jack was complicating shit like she couldn’t believe. Being high had actually been bad for once and she didn’t really like that. Not one bit. So she had fun, got familiar again with Adam in the biblical kinda way and decided to do something stupid, like getting an Ewok tattooed on her hip and possibly a piercing in her nipple. That one was growing on her more and more by the minute. It didn’t matter if it was going to hurt. She and Adam showed up when the shop opened and she was set up fairly easily. Led back to one of the rooms, she was instructed to lay down on the table and shimmy her pants down so her hip was exposed. She’d worn super cute Marvel panties just for kicks and they were quite easily on display when she slid her pants down just a scootch lower. There was a chair next to her where Adam could sit and she grinned, pointing at it so that he’d get himself all comfy. “Whaddaya think? Super cute right? There was a whole set,” she said proudly. Adam wasn’t the type to get tattoos. Not because he thought he was particularly above marking your body for the rest of your life, but because he just didn’t have the personality for it. A person who got a tattoo had to have a little edge and Adam, even when he was undoctored and smoking plenty of pot, was completely edgeless. Still, he was supportive of the Ewok tattoo. It would look good on someone so full of life and energy like Val and the honor of getting the chance to design it himself wasn’t something he was willing to pass up. Plus, he’d go along with almost anything Val suggested. She made him feel good, which was a hard thing to come by these days. The no strings thing they easily rekindled was so uncomplicated and easy. Nothing like what he had with MK. “Makes me think how unfair it is you got stuck with a non-Marvel. Should have had Black Cat.” Adam smiled, eyes lingering a little longer on the showing skin rather than the actual underwear before turning a slight shade of pink and sitting down. “Sure you’re ready for this tattoo? Not going to pay for it to be removed, you know.” "Black Cat is super sexy but she's basically Marvel's equivalent of Catwoman, right? Or is it the other way around?" She shrugged, not bothered at all that she didn't remember the dates. It wasn't her strong suit anyway. "Would've been pretty cool to have the same door as you but Spidey teenage drama?" Val made a face. "No thanks. I'd rather hear it second hand from you. Plus, this way I can be on your side no matter what." Wins all around, as far as she was concerned. The tattoo artist, a guy named Joe, walked in a moment later, transfer sheet in hand. "Okay, where do you want this again?" Val rolled her eyes for Adam to see and then turned to Joe, flashing him a smile. "Right here," she replied, fingers catching the waistband of her panties to reveal just a touch more of her creamy, pale skin. Her bio-mom was definitely Irish, even if she called herself Wanda. Joe was unflappable in response, just nodding and setting to work prepping the site before transferring the design. "Okay, check that, make sure it's good." Instead of getting up or going to the mirror, Val turned to Adam. "What do you think? Totally sexy? Am I going to get all the hot nerds with this?" She was grinning, teasing more than just a little, but she was having fun and she wanted Adam to have some fun too. “Black Cat is a little different. Doesn’t have the same motivations, if you can believe that.” Adam said offhandedly, like anyone with too much knowledge on the subject rolling around in their head would. She was right, the teenage drama was exhausting, but he preferred it to Pym any day of the week. Pym. Adam wondered what he’d think of all this. Wondered if he’d still be going after the Avengers even after the kindness that Hank showed. He was lost in thought when Val turned to him, his expression snapping back to give her attention like he had just woken up from some strange day dream. “Oh. Yes.” He piped, awkward smiling as he looked at the design and then the place where she was going to get her tattoo. “But, I have to warn you. Nerds will quiz you to make sure you’re actually a nerd. It’s part of the initiation process. Remember where Ewoks are from?” Adam gave her a faux serious look, like he was a presidential advisor right before some big debate. “Yea I can,” she replied with a cheeky grin. “You’re the one telling me so it’s gotta be true.” She always liked that, because he had all the answers she didn’t. Comics might have been the business, but her love flitted from character to character. She knew of most of the characters, but the stories of her favorites were the ones she knew best. Nerdiness came in all forms. Hers was just a bit different than everyone else’s, and that was okay as far as she was concerned. If Val was bothered by the fact that she had to snap him out of a daydream, it didn’t show. She was used to it, honestly, and she kind of liked that he could space like that. She wished she could. Once he gave his approval, she nodded to the tattoo artist who shrugged and got right to work. The needle was already going just as he asked about the little munchkins. “Oh man, that’s an easy one! They were from that forest moon. Endor right? I remember because it’s like Ender, from Ender’s Game? Did you know they’re making that into a movie? I’m kind of excited about it.” Her tone was jovial, as usual, but a little forced. “Harrison Ford’s in it too. Did you know he sold his place in New York? 16 mill for the penthouse, I think it was.” Val forced herself to take a deep breath and she let it out a bit shakily. “Alright, next question. Gonna ask me why they’re named Ewoks?” She knew that one. Adam raised his eyebrows, always a little impressed with her rambling. It was so rapid fire that even the most misogynistic, boys club nerd couldn’t fault her. That was a good secret weapon to possess. Much better than memorizing the names of all the clone troopers in the Omega Squad. “Sure. Unfair that you likely have an answer lined up, but I’ll allow it.” He smiled, looking at the needle unflinchingly as any doctor would. He reached out a hand, his palm upturned in case Val needed someone to hold onto. The pain wouldn’t be so bad at first, but it would get to anyone eventually. She grinned. He always allowed it for her. "They're named after this Indian tribe not far from Lucas Ranch. The Miwoks. Lucas wanted a technologically unadvanced race to bring down the big scary empire. Totally like if the world ends like everyone thinks it will, it'll probably just be technology crapping out. Or, it could just be an idea for when the Chinese invade and try to enslave us." Star Wars was a weakness of hers. She loved everything about it, even that godawful Christmas special. When he offered his hand, she took it with a smile. The pain was fading, but it would come back. It always came in waves, like everything in her life. "Whaddaya think? Zombie apocalypse for the end of the world? Or gonna go with the classic Rapture? And speaking of, totally throwing a bad ass party for the end of the world. It's gonna happen. December 21st. Be there or be...squarer, in your case," she teased him. He lightly squeezed her hand and smiled. “Lucas strangely kind in real life. Hope he spends the rest of his days helping people.” Adam seemed sort of sad at the end of such a sentiment, knowing that he would never help anyone else in a meaningful way again. He missed the way mothers who were strained with simple day to day activities would look at him in relief. He missed patching up drunks even if half of them wouldn’t even remember their visit to the clinic. He couldn’t think about that. Yes, focus instead on nerdy future predictions. “Rapture always seemed funny to me.” Adam grinned. “All of those naked true believers flashing everyone as they rise to heaven.” Val didn’t miss the look in his eyes and she shifted just slightly so that she could put her other hand around the one she was holding. “I’m sure he will,” she replied sincerely, but she wasn’t just talking about George Lucas. It was a rare serious moment for her, one that showed just how much she got him, and then it was gone. Her smile was back, bright eyes all but exuding excitement and fun. Happy thoughts. Through sheer force of will alone, she’d bring back some of the happiness he was missing. “Duh, totally hilarious. It’s why it’s so awesome. Then they all look stupid when they’re still around the next day. I kinda wish there were some Mayans around so they could read the calendar the right way cause there’s always some excuse. It’s like people don’t wanna think that the world isn’t ending cause of some stupid piece of stone, you know? I mean, for all we know, the Doctor or River are fucking with us.” She smirked a little mischievously at that. He caught the glimpse of seriousness and appreciated it, even if there was really no changing his course now. Happy thoughts. That’s what he had been trying to drown in lately, but the regrets and mistakes kept bubbling to the surface. Adam could let it wash away with Val, even if it kept rolling back on the shore when she wasn’t around. “Lincoln said that no strange outside forces would ever destroy the United States. I think the same can be said about humanity. If there is going to be an end of the world, we’ll all have a hand in it.” Adam looked to the tattoo artist, who seemed a little weirded out by their conversation like any tough guy might. “So, my hope is for a Fallout. Wish I could take a time machine to a hundred years after the bombs hit, so I could be a wasteland surgeon. Less regulation. More opportunity to experiment.” He said with that mad scientist smile he used to scare undergrads with. He always knew the best quotes and she grinned at that because it was pretty cool how much he knew. She knew a lot, but all random crap that didn’t really mean much in the long run as far as she was concerned. Adam though, he was fun. “Pretty sure we’re halfway there. I mean, look at all the wars and shit, you know? Maybe it’ll be a total nuke thing and we’ll get to use those funky old school bunkers. How epic would that be? Ohhhh like that old town place from that last Indy movie? I wonder if hiding in the fridge really works.” She smirked. “Better make sure your fridge is big enough for two and I’ll do the same. Never Might wanna put some clothes in there too...” Val pursed her lips, trying to figure out if it was feasible to hide clothes in the fridge. She focused again when he said he wanted to experiment. “Oh god, I remember the first time you used that look, some stupid froshie nearly pissed his pants. I laughed so hard I nearly peed!” She admitted that with a laugh that earned her an annoyed look from the tattoo artist. “Sorry, sorry. It’s his fault I moved! Seriously, funniest dude ever right here.” “Hard to believe, I know. Subtle humor. Lasts longer.” Adam smiled and gave a silent promise to the tattoo artist that he’d keep quiet. The same couldn’t be said for Val, but her chattering away wouldn’t make that much of a difference. It was such a constant thing, her body likely learned how to keep itself from buzzing along with her mind. Soon, the tattoo was nearly finished and he leaned a little to take a peek at it. “Looks good. Will be sore for a while, but worth it.” He felt Flash shuffle in the back of his head, the teen restless about Venom and other things. “Won’t be able to kiss it better tonight. Have to keep the bandage on it for a while so it can heal. In the meantime, have to let Flash out to play.” He said like he was talking about a dog. Honestly, it wasn’t that far from the truth. “Will come over tomorrow to check on it?” Adam stood up, squeezing her hand with a smile as he moved to leave. Val wasn’t the least bit quiet throughout the rest of her tattoo session. She chattered on about anything and everything that passed through her head and she barely even felt it by the end. Adam looked at it first and she grinned, glad that it had passed inspection, before checking it out herself. “Oh sweet. I’m totally going to get all the nerds,” she teased. “My own personal check up? I like it. Just drop by whenever. You know where to find me,” she replied as the artist bandaged her up. She pulled her pants back up and winced just slightly, but it was more a slight discomfort than anything. “See ya later, alligator,” Val said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. She stayed to pay for her tattoo while Adam headed off, presumably to the hotel. |