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about that, mate, from what we heard last night, she enjoys playing by herself,” Casper responded.
Razor couldn’t take this anymore. The sudden thought of what she really looked like under his shirt played in his mind a whole lot more than it should. He needed to distract himself from his wayward thoughts. Ignoring the banter going on between the two, he cleaned up and reset his station. He didn’t have any more clients today, but they seemed to have a lot of walk-ins. Two women for belly button piercings and others that he lost count. Knowing Tex was in a mood, he asked him to do the piercings since he enjoyed blood. He didn’t mind doing them, but he wasn’t in the mood for that much direction or talking.
Calling the next person up, he was happy to see it was a cover up. A dumbass tattooed his chick’s name on his arm and then broke up with her. What stupid fuck would do such a thing? He always advised against tattooing anyone’s name on them unless it was a kid’s name. Looking at the space, he noticed that the original work was shitty anyway , and the ink was fading and blown out in places. He did a quick drawing for the guy showing how it would overlap the name and make it look like a sick snake.
Setting up his station once again, he went to work. It was night before they closed up shop. He was hungry and knew food wasn’t something he kept in his apartment, so he would have to call it in. It would have to be something that was deliverable as he couldn’t ride a bike with food. However, he did stop by the liquor store and stocked up on more booze as he had been drinking more than usual, stashing it in his side pouch.
Walking into his apartment, he saw Sparkle sitting on the couch watching an episode of the newest zombie series. He ignored her before lifting the phone and calling for pizza once again. It worked for him, and if Faith didn’t like it, well, tough shit, she wasn’t paying for it. Looking around he didn’t see her anywhere.
“Where is she?”
“Bedroom. Been there all day,” Sparkle said, pointing to the door. He pushed open his door to see Faith sitting on the floor in what looked like a bird’s nest of papers. She was mumbling to herself about something.
“Hey, you okay?” He stood over her and got nothing. Huh, well that was weird. Ignoring how she was lost looking for something, he went back out and waited for the pizza. Sparkle left just as the food arrived. She claimed she had someone waiting for her. He called for Faith to come out and eat, but nothing. Grabbing a plate from the kitchen, he loaded it with two slices of pizza and took it into her. He placed it near her along with a glass of coke he had brought. Again, she ignored him. Whatever. She was in her little zone of work, and would eat when she wanted to.
He ate his food in silence before cleaning up and then laying down. Faith had yet to leave the room when he started to fall asleep. The light from his room shined through the door letting him know she was still up. It was fine by him, just as long as she stayed inside the apartment. Closing his eyes, he fell asleep only to be woken out of a dead sleep by a bang.
What the hell was that? Grabbing the gun from under the couch, he opened his door. Looking around, he noticed a cat had knocked over a potted plant. Stupid animal. Shutting the door, he locked it once again. The light was still on in the bedroom. Huh. Looking at the clock, he saw that it was only three in the morning, and he wanted more sleep. Closing his eyes after he laid down, he let sleep take him.
*****
He had to pee. Stupid body. It was fine; he needed to get up anyway. It was already past eight, and he wanted to be at the shop by nine thirty. Finishing his business, he knocked on the bedroom door. No response. Opening the door, he was shocked at what he saw. Faith was still sitting in the same spot, but more paper lay around her and the pizza and coke he’d given her remained untouched.
How long
Razor couldn’t take this anymore. The sudden thought of what she really looked like under his shirt played in his mind a whole lot more than it should. He needed to distract himself from his wayward thoughts. Ignoring the banter going on between the two, he cleaned up and reset his station. He didn’t have any more clients today, but they seemed to have a lot of walk-ins. Two women for belly button piercings and others that he lost count. Knowing Tex was in a mood, he asked him to do the piercings since he enjoyed blood. He didn’t mind doing them, but he wasn’t in the mood for that much direction or talking.
Calling the next person up, he was happy to see it was a cover up. A dumbass tattooed his chick’s name on his arm and then broke up with her. What stupid fuck would do such a thing? He always advised against tattooing anyone’s name on them unless it was a kid’s name. Looking at the space, he noticed that the original work was shitty anyway , and the ink was fading and blown out in places. He did a quick drawing for the guy showing how it would overlap the name and make it look like a sick snake.
Setting up his station once again, he went to work. It was night before they closed up shop. He was hungry and knew food wasn’t something he kept in his apartment, so he would have to call it in. It would have to be something that was deliverable as he couldn’t ride a bike with food. However, he did stop by the liquor store and stocked up on more booze as he had been drinking more than usual, stashing it in his side pouch.
Walking into his apartment, he saw Sparkle sitting on the couch watching an episode of the newest zombie series. He ignored her before lifting the phone and calling for pizza once again. It worked for him, and if Faith didn’t like it, well, tough shit, she wasn’t paying for it. Looking around he didn’t see her anywhere.
“Where is she?”
“Bedroom. Been there all day,” Sparkle said, pointing to the door. He pushed open his door to see Faith sitting on the floor in what looked like a bird’s nest of papers. She was mumbling to herself about something.
“Hey, you okay?” He stood over her and got nothing. Huh, well that was weird. Ignoring how she was lost looking for something, he went back out and waited for the pizza. Sparkle left just as the food arrived. She claimed she had someone waiting for her. He called for Faith to come out and eat, but nothing. Grabbing a plate from the kitchen, he loaded it with two slices of pizza and took it into her. He placed it near her along with a glass of coke he had brought. Again, she ignored him. Whatever. She was in her little zone of work, and would eat when she wanted to.
He ate his food in silence before cleaning up and then laying down. Faith had yet to leave the room when he started to fall asleep. The light from his room shined through the door letting him know she was still up. It was fine by him, just as long as she stayed inside the apartment. Closing his eyes, he fell asleep only to be woken out of a dead sleep by a bang.
What the hell was that? Grabbing the gun from under the couch, he opened his door. Looking around, he noticed a cat had knocked over a potted plant. Stupid animal. Shutting the door, he locked it once again. The light was still on in the bedroom. Huh. Looking at the clock, he saw that it was only three in the morning, and he wanted more sleep. Closing his eyes after he laid down, he let sleep take him.
*****
He had to pee. Stupid body. It was fine; he needed to get up anyway. It was already past eight, and he wanted to be at the shop by nine thirty. Finishing his business, he knocked on the bedroom door. No response. Opening the door, he was shocked at what he saw. Faith was still sitting in the same spot, but more paper lay around her and the pizza and coke he’d given her remained untouched.
How long
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