Quentin nodded along with her story. It was always good to know your tattoo artist wasn't a newbie. Some of his ink had been practice tattoos, yes, and he'd gotten them for free, but that was only because they came from a friend of his. The Chinese characters on the inside of his right bicep, the ones for independence and inspiration respectively, had been for practice. And, given their location, they also hurt like a bitch to have done, but that was neither here nor there.
"Definitely a different kind of pace here than Vegas," he said. Hell, it was different from Kennebunkport and he definitely got the small town vibe here more than he had back home. Probably because no one knew who his family was here, and there was a big difference between "small town" and "small and rich town." "Place seems to be doing well, if a little quiet, but I'd blame the rain for that. If you've got good artists, then people will come." And Quentin was of the opinion that Lauren was good at what she did, if her previous work was any example.
He nodded, used to what was to come, and mentally telling himself to relax. "I am," he said, resting his head forward a little. "Bring it." He knew better than to flinch while the artist was working, and he didn't want anything to fuck up this tattoo. It meant too much to him - not to mention the fact that it was big and expensive.