Who: Artan Stillman, Dani & Dean Winchester What: Baby's gettin' a tattoo Where: London's "Permanent Reminders" tattoo parlor When: Monday afternoon Warnings: Tattoos, swearing, usual junk.
Artan had a pretty empty day that day, only a couple short-term piercing jobs and a two hour ink sling, so for the most part, he was working on sketching up new designs in his sketch book, as he took up most of the couch in the back of his shop. The stereo was playing the local classic rock station, and Artan felt reasonably old when he heard a song he listened to in middle school pipe through the four large speakers that were sneakily placed in the corners of the shop.
He cricked his neck and looked down at the memento mori on his sketchbook, and set it aside with a shake of his head. "Delia!" He called to one of the other artists, "You sterilize the shit yet?" "Not yet, half pint, you want me to do that now?" "If I want to do my damn job, yeah, that'd be nice. Get on that. That's why I hired you, so I could slack off and look pretty."
He wasn't expecting anyone he knew to drop by today.