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 Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 9:57 pm
"That too," she said as she sat up and moved to the front desk to pay for her awfully painful new artwork. When she got back she sat in a chair across from Veer and took his hand, giving it a light squeeze of encouragement. "You'll be fine. But that part? On your neck? That's gonna hurt like hell," she laughed and rested her chin in her free hand, eager to get to watch the artist this time around.
"Any place in mind for dinner?" She figured that some small talk may help to distract from the pain of the tattoo.
Quinn didn't for a second think earlier today that she'd be on a date with Veer getting tattooed and then going out for dinner. Funny how things work out.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 10:01 pm
"I'm paying?" He huffed, hissed, closed his eye as the artist crept up over his shoulder and around, as it brushed too close to bone, and Veer had to grind his teeth. Under no circumstance was he going to cry. Not on his best of days, and a hundred times no if Quinn was there, holding his hand, and watching. He even bit down on the curses as best he could -- after all, she'd just gone quiet and stoic, and now he was making an a** of himself...
Back into the meatier part of his shoulder, and he blew out, thinking about it. Eyes on Quinn.
"How about Chinese?" His tone was breathy but dry, teasing, picking somewhere cheap -- or, well, relatively cheap. He could ome up with a place that could pass as dating material. Maybe. The bird slowly took shape against his skin, red against bronze, muted enough that it wasn't too obvious, just a glimmer of color, spread wings...
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 10:09 pm
"Chinese sounds good," Quinn said shrugging her shoulders. "I'm pretty easy," she added. Then she blushed a deep red when she realized what she said. "I mean, like, about food. I'll eat anything. We can even just order pizza and hang out." She was rambling as per usual.
She leaned in close to get a better look at what the man was doing, admiring the bird coming to life on Veer's shoulder. "It looks good," she said, close to his ear but not hovering in the tattoo artist's way. The last thing she wanted was to be yelled at by the large tattooed man.
Slowly but surely, the man finished up Veer's tattoo and wiped it clean. He then held up a hand mirror to let Veer take a look at it before he bandaged him up in the same fashion he did Quinn.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 10:17 pm
"I am in so much s**t." He laughed, shakily, as he looked at the tattoo in the little mirror -- tenderly poking not-quite-on-it as he did. It was going to be sore. It was going to be hard to wear a shirt. And maybe, just maybe, it'd suck when he was in uniform, too.
Or maybe that'd just make it heal faster. He blinked, surprised, thinking about that.
Hopefully Quinn listened to aftercare instructions, because Veer just nodded distractedly, maybe a little woozy, as he paid for his. It was actually probably good for the possibility of a date -- it'd prevent him from trying to make any kind of move and making a total a** of himself. Veer cleared his throat, looking up at her, and then at the annoyed tattoo artist, who shoved a sheet of paper into his hands. He could read the rules after.
He twitched a smile, took it, saluted, and grabbed Quinn's hand to haul her away to the door. "...I vote we get a cab. I know a place."
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 10:25 pm
She laughed at his mention of getting in trouble, suddenly grateful for the first time that she wouldn't have angry parents to contend with.
With her hand in his, she was practically dragged out of the tattoo shop and they hailed a cab. She slid in close to him, not quite expecting how damn cold it was outside. After Veer told the cab driver where to go, they were off to dinner. Her stomach grumbling suddenly made her realize how hungry she was, which made her more excited about being taken out to dinner.
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