tattoos on the town (open)

Andre had been busy all day; he had gotten up early to work on his mustangs, there was no way that he was going to tell his sister but he was fixing one up for sixteenth birthday. He knew she would want the convertible and he was sure she would like it some ungodly color, but he figured a cherry red of some sort would suffice for a sixteen year old girl. He spent until ten thirty on the car, the perks of working at a mechanics was that as long as he did his work first, he was allowed to use all of the resources he needed. Which was great for putting in a motor. He headed home quickly on his old Harley, and showered quickly washing away the sweat, oil, and grit from his body. After that, a quick snack, and a kiss to his mother and sister, he was off again working.

He made it to the tattoo shop with a minute to spare and he clocked in with a wicked grin to the tattoo artists. He sat at the counter. They had hired him a few months back after seeing his sketches and because he wasn't a giggling girl that came in hoping to get a job just to get a free tattoo. They messed with him a lot but they appreciated his work and sketches. He never let anyone see inside his private sketch book, but they all liked the ones he did show them. He sat behind the desk, they gave him a few things to sketch out and that would only take him about half an hour a piece, unless they got difficult. But, he liked to do the best work he possibly could and he usually drew two or three for each tattoo to give choices to the guys doing to tattoos and the person getting the tattoo.