Stacey Rivera (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pinkyink) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg,@ 2015-03-22 12:36:00 |
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Who: Charlie and Stacey
What: Tattoo time!
Where: Pinky's Ink, Monument Alley
When: Sunday, March 22, early afternoon
Rating: NSFW - Language and semi-ish sexual content?
"Need some help with that, short stack?" Stacey heard from over her shoulder, and if one of her hands had been free, she would have flipped Meatball off.
"You're only like, three inches taller than I am, shut the fuck up," she responded as her fingers closed around the last bottle of ink she was reaching for. She disliked using magic on tattoo supplies unless it was for the art itself, since she was always worried about some unintended consequence. It was unlikely that a simple Accio would have any impact, but she wasn't going to take any chances.
"It's at least four, but I also know where the step stool is," her employee told her, and she could hear the grin in his words. Glancing over her shoulder, she stuck her tongue out at the older man before stepping over to the counter of the booth to set down everything she'd grabbed for Charlie's session.
"Don't you have anything better to do than stand there and watch me get ready for a client?" she asked, sorting out the pile into something resembling a sense of order.
"Nope," he answered, and Stacey turned around, rolling her eyes, to punch him playfully in the shoulder. "Getting better, I almost felt that this time!" Meatball said, backing away with a laugh when she glared at him.
Shaking her head in amusement, she turned back to what she was doing, making sure she had all the ink she needed, needles carefully laid out beside them, wanting to ensure that she had as much ready to go as possible before Charlie arrived.