Jeremy Gilbert (lost_boy_jere) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2011-03-16 18:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | jeremy gilbert, katherine pierce |
WHO: Jeremy and Katherine
WHEN: Wednesday afternoon
WHERE: Grocery store
WHAT: Chance meeting
RATING: Mid
STATUS: Complete
Jeremy looked down at the shelf of hand soap. His hands were covered with ink after his first day at the tattoo parlour. It hadn't helped that the oompa loompas kept singing and surprising him whenever he was changing the ink in his tattoo gun, which in itself was large and felt strange in his hands. He was used to drawing with a pencil. He was good at that. This was completely different. He had his own tattoo, but he quickly learned that getting a tattoo and actually doing one was very different. He'd spent the morning practising, first with no ink, then tattooing stretched pieces of pig skin, before his first customer had come in just after lunch. He'd warned the girl that he'd never done a tattoo before, but she just kept telling him she loved him, and that it didn't matter if he messed up. In the end, all she wanted was for him to tattoo his own name on her shoulder. He found it all really really weird, and kind of freaky, but if he was getting paid he didn't really care. He'd practiced his autograph a few times on a piece of paper before taking up the gun. For his first tattoo, he did pretty well, he thought. Either way, the girl was beside herself with happiness when he was done. She made her friend take a photo while he was actually doing it, then afterwards asked if Jeremy could pose with her. He'd done it, an awkward forced smile on his face, but he was glad when the two of them had paid and gone. He'd been able to hear the giggling even after the door had shut behind them.
It had taken him so long to do just the one simple tattoo, by the time he'd cleaned the equipment and refilled the inks, it was time for his shift to end. He was kind of disappointed. He quite liked the image of himself as a hardcore tattoo artist. Still, he was hungry and he was looking forward to getting home and grabbing something to eat. Maybe he'd get to see Anna tonight... Or Vicki... Or Bonnie. Or maybe he would just swear off girls for the time being. Whatever he intended to do, he needed to get all the ink off his hands first. The oompa loompas had told him he'd need an alcohol hand wash, so there he was, looking down at all the different brands, looking for one to jump out at him.