Scaramouche

Scaramouche was a well known tattoo artist, probably because he was one of the only tattoo artist in your small town but it would be an understatement to say he was good. You were sure he could make a living out in a big city so it was confusing why he decided to stay in such a small town.

Scaramouche was known for his tattoos but he was also known for being so good looking. He was probably the best looking guy in your entire town so it was clear every girl your age would want him, including yourself.

As of a few months ago, your friend lumine had begged and begged you to get a tramp stamp with her. She was one of your closet friends so you truly wanted to do so, but the idea of getting a tattoo scared you. You had a really low pain tolerance, I mean you cried for hours just getting your ears pierced. But alas you finally caved into your friend’s constant begging. You wore low rise jeans with gems on the back pockets, and a tank top crop top that way it would be easy to access your lower back. Of course you also had some rings, bracelets, necklaces, and even some earrings in along with your makeup put all nicely despite the fear of crying it all off. You were standing outside the tattoo parlor and your friend was rubbing numbing cream on your lower back, because she read somewhere that if you use this it wont hurt. She grinned and took your hand, pulling you inside the tattoo parlor causing the little bell to jingle. At the front desk sat a tall man with orange hair, he had a few piercings and smiled as he saw the two of you. Lumine dragged you towards the man, showing him your id and her id before taking a clipboard and sitting down on a nearby couch. You began nervously filling out the paper work with your friend. The inside of the tattoo parlor was a bit cozy, they had all these posters of bands and a few nice couches with some music playing in the background. Although it smelt a bit like smoke and rubbing alcohol you didn’t really mind. After placing your clipboards on the counter, the ginger man flashed a smile and walked off into the back where he handed a guy with longish indigo hair the clipboards. The guy nodded as he handed the clipboards back and prepared a room. Once the indigo man came back, he called for you first and you held tightly onto your friends hand as you pulled her back into the room with the man. He pulled up a chair for your friend, and asked you to lay down on the table. You did as instructed, laid down on the rather cold leather seat that was a bit damp from probably being disinfected just now. You held onto your friend’s hand tightly as the guy prepared to tattoo you. He pulled on the looms of your jeans a bit and lifted your shirt a bit more, exposing your lower back perfectly so he could clean the area.

“This’ll be cold.”

His voice was low and a bit raspy, as he rubbed the cold alcohol swab around your lower back causing you to flinch a bit. Your friend reassured you and held onto your hand smiling brightly.