[OPEN] Dealing with the devil

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"If you promise to wear those, and I'm not dead by the time your tattoo heals, I just might let you pay me back." He said, not really serious. About the paying back. He was serious about the dying though. He continued to slowly add the details, leaning up to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand when four were done. He moved up a little, and began working on the ones there, a long and tedious task. But he took pride in knowing when he was gone, there was still going to be a piece of him with all the people he had tattooed. He rolled over to the other side of her, starting to work on a few of them there, tired of looking at one spot.

"You know we might be here until three in the morning, right? You're gonna have to put up with my stupid ass all night long." He said, biting his lip as he worked.

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

If he wasn't dead? Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He hadn't her on her subject though, so she wouldn't his. She smirked faintly.
"Honestly it's better than...other stuff.." she huffed. Because if she wasn't home...she was out with guys she didn't know, usually drunk or drugged to their will...

She bit her cheek again thoughtfully. Her phone started ringing and she reached for it, careful not to move anywhere that he was working. "Hello..? I don't wanna talk to you. What? No...cos you're an asshole why else? Look, I'm busy, could care less okay? Bye" she dropped the phone back onto her purse. "Sorry."

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"Wow, aren't you a lady. You called them everything but their name." He teased, working carefully. He started reaching her hips and realized he liked the view a lot better without her jeans. "Well, that and you could have told them to suck your tits. But hey, whatever works."

He slowly started working back up her hip again, chewing on his lip. "Need something to drink?" He asked her, starting to get kind of thirsty himself. "If you don't want water, we got vodka. Which is kinda mexican water.." He trailed off, still working on her hip.

"You know, if you come back one day, I can add white to a few of these. It'll look sick under a black light, and make them look like they're kind of coming out, you know?"

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey grinned wryly at his words, laughing softly. "Yeah, but he would have taken it literally," She shot back lightly. "He's a perv." Shrugging she stretched her arms some. "Mm, I'll drink whatever you have.." Even if she was only sixteen.

Green eyes took in what she could currently see around her, clicking her snakebites absently against her teeth out of habit. When he mentioned adding white to the tattoo at some point, she seemed to grow interested. "Yeah, that'd be cool." She huffed, surprised she was already on seemingly good terms with this guy. Almost always her introductions started her with a rather bad reputation.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt walked off, then came back with a couple of glasses of water. He handed her hers, then gave her a small hand mirror. "If you go to that big mirror over there and hold the small one over your shoulder, you can see it so far. And your green panties." He added with a straight face and a raised eyebrow. He took a sip of his water, leaning back in the chair. It was looking good for not being completely done.

He wrapped his arm around his stomach, then realized it wasn't hurting. 'That's a first..' He thought.

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey smirked faintly at his words, getting to her feet and carefully holding his jacket to her chest with one hand, holding the hand mirror in the other to check out the tattoo. She smiled in satisfaction. "You're really good, you know?"

Returning, her stride sure footed and fluent in movement, she dropped onto the table, taking the glass of water and sipping at it as she kept the other hand over her chest to hold the jacket in place. "How long have you been a tattoo artist?" She seemed genuinely curiously, Green, brown-flecked eyes taking in his shirtless frame.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"I know I'm good." He said, pretending to be arrogant. He actually didn't think he was as great as everyone thought he was. "Uhm.. Well, I was front man for a band when I was.. seventeen. Then I was a tour manager until I was nineteen, so.. five years?" He bit his lip, thinking in his head.

"Yeah, about five years." He said, finishing off his water. He looked over at her, his eyes meeting hers. He smiled a sideways smile, a smile that used to drive girls crazy when he wasn't dying. He leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms out, the Mickey Mouse on the back of his arm clearly visible now.

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

"Wow..." She huffed. But damn, he was twenty four. He was cute though, and she shrugged off the thought of age. Hell, she was a demon for a reason right? "I always wanted to be a tattoo artist...dunno if I have the patience though. For the people, not the art." She smirked faintly, finishing off the water and setting the glass aside.

Eyes caught on his tattoo when it was brought into view and she smiled faintly. This perfect stranger already seemed safer then her acquantences. She gazed at him a moment,teeth clickimg against her lip rings again as she looked around once more. "Thanks for doing this...it really does mean a lot.."

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"Yeah, the people get annoying sometimes. But you kind of learn to just.. drown them out, you know? But every once and a while, I get someone like you who isn't completely and utterly repulsive, and it reminds me of why I started doing this in the first place." He stood up, his jeans low on his thin hips. He bit his lip, pulling on one glove. "Time for your check up." He said with a smirk, then slipped on the other one.

"Nah, if I was gonna touch you, I'd ditch the gloves. They feel icky when they're wet." He grabbed the gun again, using his glove to get off the needle, switching it with a new one since it had been sitting there.

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey smirked faintly back as he spoke, taking in how thin he was and wondering why. She desperately hoped he wasn't like Connor. Sick and into drugs, starving himself. But she also supposed she wasn't one to judge. Not like this would ever be more then him being her tattoo artist anyway, even if he was cute. He wouldn't be interested I'm a sixteen year old girl who had bribed him with money from prostitution and offered him sex. She knew such things only left bad impressions.

"I think what I do should make me repulsive enough..." She murmured rather bitterly, lying back down again so he could get back to work. She didn't want to keep him longer than need be, though from the sounds of it, he didn't have much of a place to go. "I gave a third payment option.., I could offer you a place to stay tonight.." He deserved some sort of payment...