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[22 Sep 2008|08:33pm] |
Who: Harley, and Open
What/Where/When: Monday Night at Eclectic Electric Tattoo & Piercing Parlor
Warnings: Harley has a foul mouth.
He'd holed himself up in his office, working on a design, during the down time. he could hear the bells chime at the front door if anyone came in, and stuck his head out to see. Mondays were usually fairly quiet, Thursday through Saturday where his busiest nights. His staff could manage the customers during the week. Harley trusted them to do their job, and leave him to do whatever he was doing. It was a perfect set up. He didn't bother them, they didn't bother him.
He swung his office door open just after 8, so he could keep an eye on the shop. One of his artists had called in sick, and there wasn't exactly a substitute list for people working in a tattoo parlor. Harley would have to fill in for him, if the need arose. He didn't mind the work, sometimes when he sat alone in his office, he missed working the floor, etching ink into tender flesh. It was a passion, and Harley had been neglecting it lately. He needed to get back on the floor, and for that reason he hoped someone would come in for him to work on.
The hardest part, and the main reason he'd cut back on his floor time, was because of the obliglitory conversation. Harley wasn't a big talker. He didn't do small talk. He didn't discuss the big things. He would be content to do his work in complete silence, which was the situation when he worked on his designs. He offered more originals than any other shop in the area. He offered personalised service, if a customer had an idea, or a picture they wanted turned into a tattoo.
He continued to work on his latest design, half listening and hoping the door would open out front.
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