Take a Look At Yourself

The buzzing of a tattoo gun hit my ears. It was a sound I loved and was very familiar with. I think the tattoo gun was actually my favorite noise in the world, other than Slipknot. It made me come alive because my body knew that meant another tattoo on my body.

A lot of people didn't care for the pain of the tattoo. I'd seen plenty of people tap out on a small tattoo because it was hurting them already. Granted, I only had fifteen tattoos, but I loved the way the gun felt. The only one that I needed a break with was my sternum tattoo. I wouldn't take it back for anything, but I now knew that I would never get ribs tattooed again. That shit was just drastically painful.

"Hey, Carmen!" My most used tattoo artist, Alex, greeted me with a smile. Alex had done three of my tattoos which was the most any tattoo artist had done. I wanted him to be the one to give me my sleeves. I think his art style would really help and go along with it. The thing was because so many different people had down the tattoos on my arms, I didn't know how he could make them go together cohesively. We would have to figure something out.

"What's up!" I hugged him. "You available for a consult?"

"For you? Of course." He led me to the back room. "I have a session in a few minutes though."

"No worries. I just have an idea and a few sample pictures."

Alex smiled and took a look at the pictures I had brought. I wanted an American traditional viking ship between my shoulder blades. It was a really meaningful tattoo to me, all about rebirth and fighting to the death. It was a tattoo for me, as all of mine were.

"When are we gonna start working on your sleeves?" He asked as he started to trace out some ideas for me.

I laughed. "When I have money, Alex. I can't really afford two full sleeves right now."
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Alex handed me the design and told me to come back on Friday so he could start it. He thought it would take about four or five hours to do. I was ready for it; I had been planning for this tattoo for awhile so I had the expenses to spare.

Just as I was leaving the store, a large body walked right into me. I may have been a soccer player, but I didn't weigh a lot and instantly hit the floor.

"Oh, holy shit! Are you okay?" Someone asked and immediately bent to pick me up. I looked up to see the most amazing eyes I had ever seen.

The were a deep hazel color, almost grey-green actually. It took my breath away for a second until I realized I had walked into was a football player. And he wasn't just any football player; he was basically the reason that we were had a football team at all.

"I'm fine." I looked him up and down. I never thought he would have tattoos, honestly. "What are you doing here?"

"Getting a tattoo." He flashed me a smile, revealing dimples. "And you, miss attitude?"

"Doing a consult." I narrowed my eyes at him. "Can you move away from the door now? Jesus, watch where you're going!" I could not let this man know that I was attracted to him. It was like a weakness.

He flashed me another smile and then moved so I could get around him. I had to fight the blush that was forming on my face by him smiling at me. The man was just too attractive for his own good, and I kind of wanted to throat punch him for it.

I would not let the football boys woo me over.

Notes

Hey short, but it's an update! I promise, it's about to get good.