Chapter 2

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                                                                                     Tristan

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Tristan

Tristan: Okay Peyton, are you ready?

Peyton smiles and hugs Harley

Peyton: See you soon Harley. Yes, I'm ready.

Bentley: You must be Harley.

Harley jumps at his voice and turns around.

                                                                      Stammering, she says

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Stammering, she says

Harley: Yea.....yes......that's me......I'm.......I'm Harley

Bentley: Ok Harley, follow me back and we can get started on this tattoo.

They both walk back and sit down, where he has his station set up.

Bentley: Can you lift up your shirt for me please?

Startled and not thinking

Harley: Here?! You want me to take my shirt off???

Bentley smirks and chuckles to himself

Bentley: Well if you want me to put the stencil on, you have to lift your shirt up some.

Harley: OH! That's what you meant. Sorry about that....

Harley blushes and lifts her shirt. Trying to look anywhere but his hands.

Bentley gets started on her side piece and tries to make small talk.

Bentley: How long have you lived in Orlando?

Harley: Three months. My sister Peyton and I just moved here.

Bentley: Oh, that's cool. Do you like it here?

Harley: I love it here. Have you lived here long?

Bentley: Born and raised

He smiles to himself

Harley makes a pained face

Bentley: I'm sorry, am I hurting you?

Harley: I'm okay, I like the pain.

Bentley stops and looks up at her with concern in his eyes before looking back down and finishing up.

Bentley: I can understand that. Pain is feeling something.

Harley: Yea.....So......how long have you been a tattoo artist?

Bentley: About 7 years, just needed to open my own place....ya know?

Harley: Yea. Peyton just opened her own photography studio and I'm currently trying to decide on where to work.

Bentley finishes up the shading and white highlights. He glances up

Bentley: What do you do? What is your passion?

Harley: Baking. I love to bake and decorate desserts.

Harley flushes and Bentley chuckles softly

Bentley: I love a girl who bakes. I have a hell of a sweet tooth...

Harley laughs

Harley: At least it doesn't seem like your sweet tooth adds 50 pounds to your ass.

Harley rolls her eyes and blushes as her forwardness

Bentley finishes wiping the tattoo clean

Bentley: Can't say that I don't enjoy a big ass.

His eyes grow wide and he blushes

Bentley: I apologize. I didn't mean to say that out loud.......Here get up and look in the mirror over there. We are all done.

Harley gets up and walks over to the mirror

Harley: Oh, I love it!

                Harley walks back over and stands next to him while he covers and tapes the tattoo

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Harley walks back over and stands next to him while he covers and tapes the tattoo.

Harley: Standard cleaning procedure and such?

Bentley: Yup! I can see you are already a seasoned tattoo veteran.

He chuckles and smiles

Just then, Peyton comes bouncing in

Peyton: Look Harley! I did it!

Harley: So cute! I love that ours match but are completely our own at the same time!

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Harley: So cute! I love that ours match but are completely our own at the same time!

Harley: Thank you Bentley. I'll definitely be back for more tattoos.

She smiles softly at him. They both pay, tip, and walk home.


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