"So," he looks at me nonchalantly. "So what?" I shift onto my other foot. "Are you getting in the chair or not?" He looks down at the worn leather chair. My eyes go wide and I scoff, "W-what?" "You wanna talk, right? Well I only talk to paying customers so," He grabs the tattoo gun and turns it on. It's buzz fills the room as panic begins to fill me, "What's it gonna be today?" He smirks, his eyes raking up and down my body.