[OPEN] Dealing with the devil

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"I'm stubborn? I told you about fucking people with this tattoo. I may as well just stop now because you're only gonna be right back here, getting it lazered off, and put right back on. Only this time, it's gonna be on my time, not yours." But instead of stopping, he continued on with the little details, managing to get one done while he was talking.

"I really don't need money. Or a place to sleep. Or food. I actually ate earlier, so I'm good to go." But it was only because the manager decided to feed the entire staff.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey bit her lip, mentally cursing the tears. "I'm sorry.." She rasped. "I won't go..I just...it's habit is all." She rubbed gingerly at an eye, careful of her make up, agitated with herself for showing weakness. "He's been calling all week though...I gotta do something about it before he comes to find me or something..."

She swallowed, didn't need another guy to worry about on top of Jason's whereabouts being unknown. Eyes closed for a moment, recollecting herself. "You don't have to take any payment. I just hoped-...yeah.. I'm sorry."

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt cursed under his breath. She would play the sympathy card, wouldn't she? "Fine, I'll come eat at your house. But I'm not sleeping over. You can forget that. I don't care how cold it's supposed to get tonight." He finished another feather, then started on the one below it. He was surprised he was getting it done so quickly. Usually it took forever and a day just to finish seven feathers. But he had nearly finished one wing, and had a few done on the other.

He wiped the blood from her back, then leaned back in his chair. "You wanna go look, or go ahead and finish it up?"

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey huffed faintly, had actually given up on him accepting anything when he finally did. "Fine," She mumbled. At least he would be getting something to eat...any less food and he really would look like Connor.

"You can finish it..." she began scrolling through voice mail's, scowling faintly. They were times and places and dates, pay rates. But they were all from the same guy. She groaned pathetically, mumbling under her breath. "This guy just doesn't stop..." Shaking her head she set the phone aside again, running a finger tediously under her eye.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt nodded, and bent back over her, remaining quiet for the two hours it took to finish her tattoo. Then he washed off her back again, getting off the excess ink and dried blood. He grabbed the plastic they put over the tattoos. He handed her the mirror.

"You can go ahead and look before I cover it up." He said quietly, the pain in his stomach growing increasingly worse. He was getting to the point where he just couldn't function. He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes and waiting for her to approve or disapprove of it.

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey stood carefully, wondering what she was going to do about her bra. Toying with the piercing in one cheek, she stood in front of the mirror and studied his work, clearly pleased. "Thank you so much, it's amazing-..."

She turned, hesitating, and drew closer. "Hey..you alright?" Eyebrows furrowed faintly as she gazed at him, hoping nothing was too wrong. Stiff from laying down so long, she rolled her shoulders, careful not to drop his jacket still held to her chest. While his eyes were closed she reached into the pocket of her jeans on the table, removing the wad of cash and slipping it into his jacket pocket instead.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt nodded, and waited for her to lay back down on the table. He put the plastic over her back, then used medical tape to secure it. He bent down, tossing her her pants.

"You can't wear a bra, but I think we have the silicone shit that conforms to your boob. What a salesman I would be." He said, walking into the back and rummaging through some boxes. He came back with a stack of them, setting them at her feet. "I'm not weird enough to ask your bra size. You can go change in the staff room if you want. It's around the corner. I'm gonna go grab something to drink.."

He walked into another room, leaning over the sink. He felt so dizzy. He shook it off, grabbed a glass of water, then walked back out, cleaning up his station.

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey nodded, disappearing around the corner and into the other room. she found the proper size and slid them on, pulling on her shirt and stuffing her bra in her purse so her mother wouldn't question her. Pulling the thing carefully onto her shoulder, she pocketed her phone, flinching as it vibrated with another call.

sighing she made her way back towards the main part of the shop, holding his jacket as she leaned against the counter some, waiting for him so she could give it back to him.

Green, brown-flecked eyes looked around again and she sighed, pulling her phone out and hovering her finger over the end button to send the guy to voicemail again.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt finished putting his things away, then sat back down in his chair. "Uh.. keep the plastic over it for the first 48 hours.. Don't get it wet, so that means you'll need to take a sponge bath. It's gonna swell, and get sore. But if it starts bleeding, oozing, tearing, breaking, or becomes unbearably painful, you should go to the emergency room because you probably got it infected. You can take.. two ibuproufin every four to six hours, if you need it.. Wear loose fitting shirts for the first week. Don't put on your bra. Don't lay on your back.." He wandered over to the printer, handing her the paper of do's and don'ts.

"And if you need anything, give me a call. The parlor's number is in the phonebook.."

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey hesitated, taking the paper with a gentle hand. "I take it dinner is off?" she gazed at him sullenly. "Just cos you're dying doesn't mean you shouldn't try and take care of yourself you know. Name's Zoey, you ever need me you can probably just find some guy on the streets and he'll know." She shrugged, sighing. "If you don't become like my ex first. Or die..."

Unsure, she turned to leave, pushing open the door and stepping into the cold air, shivering faintly. The sun was down now, the sky darkening, and she still needed to head home, supposed she may as well not worry about him. He had the money in his jacket now so..
Rubbing at her neck, she began to leave the parking lot.