Duke opened the door for her and shuffled inside, immediately finding the owner. She had all the tattoos and piercings like any normal tattoo parlor employee, but she could change hers and take them off a lot easier. She had short, crazy hair but was a very bubbly person.
"Bomba, that's Pixie. She did my back. I already got you a slot if you want her to do the work." Duke leaned his arms on the front counter, watching one of the male artists put some ink on someone's arm. There was no one else in the waiting room but there was a loud, fast song playing through the speakers.