The story didn't seem to add up but again, Mary-Beth wasn't about to question it. Clearly this other tattoo artist was a dick and she was better off just having the owner do it. Plus, she didn't own a car or have a way of getting to the other artist to have the tattoo done. Mary-Beth laughed a little at J.J. and how cocky he was. It was cute that he was able to say he was a genius and 'the shit' but at the same time, not take himself too seriously. "Well then I guess I'm in good hands. Just don't go putting your signature on the end of the tattoo." She winked and set her bag down on the ground before standing up.
Mary-Beth's cheeks turned pink a little when she stood up and pulled off her shirt fully. She draped it over the back of the chair she had been sitting in, and then unclasped her bra. With one hand, Mary-Beth draped the bra over the shirt and held up her boobs with the other arm. As soon as her bra was set down, she pointed under her boobs that she had cupped in each hand. "Here."