"Something like that," Sam affirmed with a nod of his head. He glanced up and before Danny had a chance to give him a confused look he went on to elaborate, "Native American." Which he supposed made him pretty damn American.
Now that Danny had gotten comfortable on the chair Sam laid out his inks in the nearby tray and tested the power and movement of his gun before he went about slotting in clean needles.
"Alright, let's do this," Sam shot Danny a sharp smile before he bent down to apply the first dark line to fully outline the design and once that was done he'd go back in with shading and colour. "So, what made you come to this tattoo shop and not one in Atlantic city?"