Buzzing the gun once to ensure that everything was still in working order, Stacey paused at his comment. "You'll know it's there, though, and that's the important part," she said with a soft smile. She did genuinely believe that, but then, she took a pretty philosophical outlook on tattoos in general and her work in particular. It was part of the reason for her rule about intoxication, because she didn't want to be part of someone else's bad decision, or worse, helping them do something they would come to regret.
It didn't take long for her to get lost in the ink and the gun in her hand, watching the artwork come to completion under her fingertips. In what seemed like no time at all, she was finishing the last block of color, wiping away the blood that she could and grinning as she moved to grab the gauze to cover the final piece.
"Now, I'm sure you're familiar with this, but since we're done with the actual tattooing, I've got to go over the aftercare process with you before I can let you walk out the door."