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,@ 2014-10-03 23:26:00 |
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What: Tattoo discussions
Where: Pinky's Ink, Monument Alley
When: Friday, October 3, mid-afternoon
Rating: NSFW - Language (because Stacey has a potty mouth)
"Shit, damn, fucking fuck!" Stacey exclaimed loudly just as the door chimed to announce someone entering the shop. With a sigh, she glared at the broken bottle of ink in the booth she'd been cleaning after an appointment, more irritated with herself at knocking it over than anything else. The floor was tile, so it was easy enough to get cleaned up again, but she usually wasn't so clumsy.
"Just a sec!" she called out, knowing that she should hope that she should care if a potential customer had heard her outburst but not quite finding the mental capacity for it. With a flick of her wand the broken glass was Banished and the tile was once again shiny white, and she took one last glance around the booth before stepping out towards the front desk.
"Sorry about that," she offered as she walked up, reaching up to pull her hair out of the ponytail she'd thrown it into before she'd started work on the last client. "How can I help you today?"