brigits_flame
Okay here is my entry for this week.
Title:Will it hurt?
James stood at the window and stared out into the parking lot. He reached into his back pocket and took out the Marlboros.
"Can't do that in here." Daniel said. "It's against the law."
James smirked and flicked the pink lighter. He lit the cigarette and looked over his shoulder. Daniel was cleaning the mirrors again. The big man rolled his eyes and turned back to the window.
"My shop." James said softly. "No customers in here."
"Yeah, but if we do get any, they like the bleach smell." Daniel walked over and stood beside James. Daniel barely reached James shoulder. "Not the smell of your damn cigarettes."
"Gives the place ambiance." James blew out a thick cloud of the acrid smoke and looked down at Daniel. "Fits the bad boy image."
The little blue Chevy four door was still in the parking lot. Had been when James had shown up early that morning. He had rumbled up into the parking lot in his huge white truck and parked next to it. He didn't noticed the little blonde until he had gotten out.
She was a pretty little thing. In that "just barely legal way" that most guys liked, but James was bored with. Her long curly hair pulled cheerleader high on her head and huge sunglasses covering her face, made him walk by without knocking on her window to see if she needed anything. Not his problem really.
"Think she will come in?" Daniel asked.
"Maybe." James shrugged and turned away. "Needs to get the courage up I guess."
James walked across the unpainted concrete floor and sank down at his station, his long legs almost reaching the wall, he closed his eyes. He would call the cops if she didn't do something soon. The last thing he needed was some heart broken lady slashing her wrists in his parking lot. Three hours was long enough to sit outside and make the decision if she was going to come in or not.
"You scared her." Daniel said.
"Huh?" James opened one eye and stared at the back of Daniels head. The smaller man was still looking out the front window.
"You watched her for too long." Daniel said and turned around. James was scary. Well over six feet four, bald, and tattooed. He wore sunglasses inside the shop until he started work, and then when he took them off, his ice blue eyes were almost shocking.
"Call Sara." Daniel glanced back out the window. The car door opened for a second before it was slammed shut. "Get her down here, you know she might come in if there is a woman here."
"I am not waking up Sara just so we can do a tribal rose or some other lame ass flash shit." James closed his eyes again, already bored. "Just how bad do you want the cash anyway?"
"I could do with a bit this week yeah." Daniel shook his head and then blinked in shock. "Dude she is getting out."
"Great." James sighed and put his hands behind his head. "I'm thrilled."
Daniel stepped back as he watched the woman move past the window. She paused and smiled at Daniel uncertainly. He did his best to smile back at her in a friendly fashion as the little bells tied to the door jangled.
"Excuse me are you open?" Her voice was breathless and Daniel could tell she was almost ready to bolt again.
"Yes Ma'am." Daniel smiled again.
"I am here to get some work done." She glanced at him and then at James. "I'm Debbie."
"Of course you are." James said from his chair. His face turned towards her, though his eyes still hidden by his sunglasses. Both shared a hidden look, separated by dark tented glass.
"Well what kind of work are you looking for?" Daniel shot James a look as she turned her attention back to him.
"I found this picture in a book." The woman held up a photocopied piece of paper. It was of a red rose surrounded by some stylized flames. It was standard flash, something that most likely would be covered up in a few years or erased with lasers, if she married rich enough.
"That's a very nice picture." Daniel nodded helpfully. "Where are you thinking of getting it?"
"Oh here." The woman turned around and pointed to the exposed skin at the small of her back. Just above the tiny white shorts she was wearing.
"Good spot." Daniel nodded his head. "Are you sure you want to get this now? Maybe you should think about it more?"
As much as Daniel needed the cash, he didn't feel right about the tattoo. She had been in the parking lot for a long time, Though he didn't smell any booze on her, she didn't seem like she really wanted it.
"No I'm good." Debbie smiled and set her purse on the counter. "I'm ready."
"Well come on back then." Daniel said and started towards his station. He reached for the copy machine and the trace paper, he would use her picture, though he had twenty just like it, it would make her feel better.
"I'm Daniel by the way." He looked over his shoulder as he slid the paper into the machine. "I just need to see your id."
"Oh Daniel?" She said and he could tell by the tone of her voice something was wrong. He glanced over his shoulder at her. "I wanted James."
"Why?" James sat up and looked at her over his glasses. "Daniel does good work."
He so did not want to do her stupid tattoo. James let his eyes go hard and felt a bit of satisfaction when Debbie took a step back and swallowed.
"A friend of mine got one from you last week." Debbie's voice was so quite both men had to almost lean forward to hear her. "She said you were very good. I just thought that he was you."
Debbie gestured at Daniel. Daniel could tell that she was wishing he was. He couldn't understand why James was being such a dick today. He could handle the customers better normally. Today though was another story. Daniel looked down at the newly printed trace tattoo and smirked. She could look at him all she wanted but he would still be Daniel.
Daniel held out the paper to James and waited. James stood up and the woman cowered back away from him. He reached for it with his big hand, as he sat down on the little stool, but the chair he just vacated.
"Well come on then." The powdered blue rubber gloves snapping into place. " Sit on that other stool and lean against that bar there."
Debbie quickly rushed and sat down. She did as James directed and stared at he wall in front of her. Both men waited. Daniel leaning against the wall while James took out the needles he would need for the tattoo. He was just pulling the package apart when she asked it.
"Will it hurt?" Debbie glanced at Daniel first before looking at James.
"Not you." James said under his breath before he turned to her with a spray bottle. "Not much anyway."
Title:Will it hurt?
James stood at the window and stared out into the parking lot. He reached into his back pocket and took out the Marlboros.
"Can't do that in here." Daniel said. "It's against the law."
James smirked and flicked the pink lighter. He lit the cigarette and looked over his shoulder. Daniel was cleaning the mirrors again. The big man rolled his eyes and turned back to the window.
"My shop." James said softly. "No customers in here."
"Yeah, but if we do get any, they like the bleach smell." Daniel walked over and stood beside James. Daniel barely reached James shoulder. "Not the smell of your damn cigarettes."
"Gives the place ambiance." James blew out a thick cloud of the acrid smoke and looked down at Daniel. "Fits the bad boy image."
The little blue Chevy four door was still in the parking lot. Had been when James had shown up early that morning. He had rumbled up into the parking lot in his huge white truck and parked next to it. He didn't noticed the little blonde until he had gotten out.
She was a pretty little thing. In that "just barely legal way" that most guys liked, but James was bored with. Her long curly hair pulled cheerleader high on her head and huge sunglasses covering her face, made him walk by without knocking on her window to see if she needed anything. Not his problem really.
"Think she will come in?" Daniel asked.
"Maybe." James shrugged and turned away. "Needs to get the courage up I guess."
James walked across the unpainted concrete floor and sank down at his station, his long legs almost reaching the wall, he closed his eyes. He would call the cops if she didn't do something soon. The last thing he needed was some heart broken lady slashing her wrists in his parking lot. Three hours was long enough to sit outside and make the decision if she was going to come in or not.
"You scared her." Daniel said.
"Huh?" James opened one eye and stared at the back of Daniels head. The smaller man was still looking out the front window.
"You watched her for too long." Daniel said and turned around. James was scary. Well over six feet four, bald, and tattooed. He wore sunglasses inside the shop until he started work, and then when he took them off, his ice blue eyes were almost shocking.
"Call Sara." Daniel glanced back out the window. The car door opened for a second before it was slammed shut. "Get her down here, you know she might come in if there is a woman here."
"I am not waking up Sara just so we can do a tribal rose or some other lame ass flash shit." James closed his eyes again, already bored. "Just how bad do you want the cash anyway?"
"I could do with a bit this week yeah." Daniel shook his head and then blinked in shock. "Dude she is getting out."
"Great." James sighed and put his hands behind his head. "I'm thrilled."
Daniel stepped back as he watched the woman move past the window. She paused and smiled at Daniel uncertainly. He did his best to smile back at her in a friendly fashion as the little bells tied to the door jangled.
"Excuse me are you open?" Her voice was breathless and Daniel could tell she was almost ready to bolt again.
"Yes Ma'am." Daniel smiled again.
"I am here to get some work done." She glanced at him and then at James. "I'm Debbie."
"Of course you are." James said from his chair. His face turned towards her, though his eyes still hidden by his sunglasses. Both shared a hidden look, separated by dark tented glass.
"Well what kind of work are you looking for?" Daniel shot James a look as she turned her attention back to him.
"I found this picture in a book." The woman held up a photocopied piece of paper. It was of a red rose surrounded by some stylized flames. It was standard flash, something that most likely would be covered up in a few years or erased with lasers, if she married rich enough.
"That's a very nice picture." Daniel nodded helpfully. "Where are you thinking of getting it?"
"Oh here." The woman turned around and pointed to the exposed skin at the small of her back. Just above the tiny white shorts she was wearing.
"Good spot." Daniel nodded his head. "Are you sure you want to get this now? Maybe you should think about it more?"
As much as Daniel needed the cash, he didn't feel right about the tattoo. She had been in the parking lot for a long time, Though he didn't smell any booze on her, she didn't seem like she really wanted it.
"No I'm good." Debbie smiled and set her purse on the counter. "I'm ready."
"Well come on back then." Daniel said and started towards his station. He reached for the copy machine and the trace paper, he would use her picture, though he had twenty just like it, it would make her feel better.
"I'm Daniel by the way." He looked over his shoulder as he slid the paper into the machine. "I just need to see your id."
"Oh Daniel?" She said and he could tell by the tone of her voice something was wrong. He glanced over his shoulder at her. "I wanted James."
"Why?" James sat up and looked at her over his glasses. "Daniel does good work."
He so did not want to do her stupid tattoo. James let his eyes go hard and felt a bit of satisfaction when Debbie took a step back and swallowed.
"A friend of mine got one from you last week." Debbie's voice was so quite both men had to almost lean forward to hear her. "She said you were very good. I just thought that he was you."
Debbie gestured at Daniel. Daniel could tell that she was wishing he was. He couldn't understand why James was being such a dick today. He could handle the customers better normally. Today though was another story. Daniel looked down at the newly printed trace tattoo and smirked. She could look at him all she wanted but he would still be Daniel.
Daniel held out the paper to James and waited. James stood up and the woman cowered back away from him. He reached for it with his big hand, as he sat down on the little stool, but the chair he just vacated.
"Well come on then." The powdered blue rubber gloves snapping into place. " Sit on that other stool and lean against that bar there."
Debbie quickly rushed and sat down. She did as James directed and stared at he wall in front of her. Both men waited. Daniel leaning against the wall while James took out the needles he would need for the tattoo. He was just pulling the package apart when she asked it.
"Will it hurt?" Debbie glanced at Daniel first before looking at James.
"Not you." James said under his breath before he turned to her with a spray bottle. "Not much anyway."