One could claim that Quentin's tattoos were just another way he had of hiding his true identity from everyone around him. His parents wanted him to be some clean-cut yuppie who hung out on a yacht, played polo and drank expensive wine. He wasn't that guy and never wanted to be, and covering his body in his art seemed like the loudest way he could find to get that point across. And when this marina tattoo was finished? The first thing Quentin was going to do was take a picture of it and email it to his parents. Joshua James was going to be furious, and Quentin didn't care. His body, his choice, and his way of remembering his brother. Anyone who didn't like it could suck a dick, as far as he was concerned.
"Sadly, yeah," he said. "Place called Dog Ink? I'm still kind of new in town, it was the first decent place I found here. I have no idea what happened to the girl I was working with." Quentin was willing to change a few things coloring-wise to suit another artist, that was part of what collaborating was all about. The meaning behind it was still the same, however, and that was the important part to him. "Good to meet you, Lauren, I appreciate your time." Never let it be said that Quentin was incapable of manners.
Opening the folder he held, Quentin pulled out the sketch of the marina, with Kevin's boat at the dock. "This is the design," he said. "Full color, lots of detail, taking up most of my back. The outline of the marina and the boat are already done, I can show you that if you'd like."