Being Spontaneous, Are We? (Brettley&Molly)

[Molly Elaine McCormack]

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Molly was racing down a sidewalk on her skateboard, dodging anyone who might be in her way. She had come up with some spontaneous idea that she should get a tattoo. She’d never gotten one before, but the more she’d been seeing people inked up, the more she was feeling like she was missing out on some self-expression.

Really, part of Molly had been bored with life lately and she thought maybe some spontaneity would be good for her. She’d been hearing the same name as a recommendation for a tattoo shop over and over. Tattoo Ink it was called; a clever name she appreciated.

'Get Brettley if you can,' was the other suggestion that seemed to be repeating itself.

She propelled herself up a hill, pushing hard against the pavement, and as she got to the top of the hill, she let herself just coast. When she saw that she had a pretty clear shot without many pedestrians, she let her eyes close tightly, just for an extra bit of thrill. Perhaps it was irresponsible and stupid, but she was trying to be daring and spontaneous, dammit! Her hair flew back behind her, this was one of those times she was glad that her hair was so thin and fine, it hardly ever knotted and always fell straight back into place.

She pressed the Converse on her right foot onto the ground, and it skidded over the concrete as she slowed and finally came to a stop at the bottom of the hill where the shop was located. Heaving a heavy sigh she looked up at the sign on the outer façade of the building. This was it: Tattoo Ink. Really, she knew that she shouldn’t be nervous, she’d heard so many good things about this place, that it was one of the best places around.

Tentatively, she picked up her skateboard and pushed the door open, setting off the bell overhead. Looking around, she calmed down. It seemed clean enough inside. Still, she wished she could take a couple hits off of her bowl which was neatly packed away in her rucksack, or at least a couple shots of whiskey to calm her nerves or at least to manage the pain she was about to put herself through. But, she didn’t want to get turned away, so she entered deciding that it was now or never.

“Hello…?” she asked as she looked around, her eyes finally falling on a handsome man who looked pretty experienced as far as getting tattoos and piercings went. She tucked some hair behind her ear and set aside her skateboard where it wouldn’t be in the way and placed her bag beside it.

“Hey,” she began again, stepping up to a counter, “I’m looking to get a tattoo, I didn’t make an appointment, kind of a spontaneous decision,” she laughed nervously, shifting her weight as she let her eyes leave him to look over the designs displayed on the counter and over the walls, “I was wondering if you could fit me in?”

[Brettley Bondurant]

Things were going well for Brett lately, he couldn't complain much and had been the happiest he had been in a long time. He had two beautiful children that he got to see pretty often, and a girl that he really liked that he got to spend lots of time with. Even though they hadn't made it exactly official yet, he knew that Kodi would eventually come around and be his girlfriend one of these days. Even his baby mama hadn't been a total bitch to him lately, yep things were going good, plus he had an awesome job and couldn't ask for more.

Tattooing wasn't just a job to him, it was his passion. He didn't have to sit in some stuffy office hating his job, he got to look and dress however he wanted. And he got to see people with a smile on their face after leaving his shop because they usually got what they wanted.

Right now he was just doodling, drawing up some random designs he had in his head while listening to the soft sounds of the rockabilly song by Nick 13 over the shop speakers. He had heard the bell connected to the front door jingle and he looked up to see a small framed blonde girl. It was interesting to him to see so many different kinds of people that came into his shop for a tattoo, they were getting more and more accepted into society these days and it made him smile because it meant he would never be out of business.

"Hello there, Darlin' how can I help ya?" He asked as he leaned up against the counter. "Well that's okay doll, you don't need an appointment today, things have been a little slow." He said with a sigh. "So what were you thinkin' about gettin'?" He asked with a smile.`"I could definitely fit you in now if you'd like..." He added with a friendly smile.

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[Molly Elaine McCormack]

Molly couldn’t help but smile a bit when she heard him speak. It wasn’t often you heard this accent in San Francisco. However, among the ramblings of suggestions, she knew he fit the description of Brettley, and now that she was face to face with him, she recognized him from around campus. “You’re Brettley, right?” she asked, wanting a confirmation instead of just assuming, “you come highly recommended, you know?”

She could tell as soon as she walked in that he’d sized her up as someone who wasn’t a part of their normal clientele. He didn’t seem to be put out by this notion in any way, though, but it was hard for Molly to know if it was because money was money, no matter who it came from, or because they were actually welcome to people of all backgrounds there. Really, she felt as though Brettley might have been unaware they that they were probably more similar than he thought, she’d just never been introduced or had money for the world of tattoos and body piercings before now.

There was obvious relief on her face when Brett told her that he could fit her in no problem. It was possible that if he’d been busy that she might have changed her mind and never come back. She was, however, falling in love quite quickly with what little of an idea she’d come up with to mark herself.

“Well, I’ve never been the creative type, but I’ve been thinking about getting an anchor, like a long one along my side,” she described, running a hand along her left side and lifting up her tank top slightly so that he’d be able to actually see her skin.

She’d never been all that self-conscious about her body, she was just thin and tall, which a lot of girls wanted, so she had no problems showing him where she wanted the tattoo. She’d even worn a bikini top under her tank, to escape any weird feelings about being in a bra around a stranger, which was basically the same thing, but…whatever. That being said, she’d never been overly confident about her body either. She was a bit lanky and boyish, with little curves. She sat right on the line that showed she was content and comfortable with herself and this was obvious in her body language. Anyway, back to the tattoo…

“I was thinking the flukes could come around onto my stomach and back, you know?” she asked drawing a general shape with her finger before letting her shirt fall back in place. “Then, I wanted to put my brother’s names in there, maybe one on the crossbar, or the stock, or whatever it’s called," which would have crossed horizontally right below her chest, "and then one on each of the flukes, I have three brothers…but I don’t want it to look super cheesy either with their names in there,” she let out a breathy laugh, hoping that he understood that she wanted the names to be part of the design rather than sticking out like a sore thumb.

“Sorry, I know that’s not all that specific, but I don’t need anything too elaborate, but just a simple outline and names doesn’t seem like it’ll do it justice you know? My brothers…are…at the least very important to me, I want it to show that,” she sighed, rubbing her side a bit as if apologizing to it for signing it up for a tattoo. “What do you think? I’m pretty open to letting you do your own thing with it, as long as those basic criteria are met, you seem to be more that qualified…are you up for it?”

[Brettley Bondurant]

Brettley smiled as she told him that he was highly recommended. It was true, he had been tattooing in this town since he was eighteen and he had made quite a name for himself, as did Peter after he got into tattoo ink. They were probably the best tattoo shop in town, but then again Brett always liked to toot his own horn. "Yes, I'm Brettley, and really? That's awesome, I had no idea." He said as he acted like he was actually humble.

He then listened to her idea, yeah she was right on the not so creative part because anchors were the most popular tattoo's out there right now. When it was a simple design like this he would usually have somebody else do it , because Brett liked to do very complex tattoo's but this girl seemed nice enough and she really seemed like she genuinely wanted him to do the tattoo. So he decided he'd make this girls day and tattoo her. "Hmm well if you don't want so much going on with all the names I could put the other two's initials on the flukes or something? How about that?" He asked as he gently brushed his hand down her side and then winked at her, then smiled down at her widely. "Let me go draw this up for you and see what you think...and if not I'll come up with something different, okay doll?" He asked as he smiled again and then turned around and headed over to his desk.

Yes he was flirting, why? Because he had found out that the girl he had been really interested in had been out with some scumbag lately and Brett wasn't taking it very well. He had no proof that she slept with him or got with him, after all she had ended up at his house afterwards but he still felt uneasy about it so he felt like it was only fair that it was completely okay to flirt with miss Molly. After he finished drawing up the stencil he brought it back to her. "Now all I need to know is your brothers name and the other two initials." He said as he presented her a cute new school type anchor.

[Molly Elaine McCormack]

Molly chuckled when he seemed so humble, somehow able to see through the act. It would have been near impossible for him to not have known about his reputation when she’d learned so much about it in such little time. Nearly everyone she knew recommended him by name and the rest at least mentioned Tattoo Ink. She didn’t know why, perhaps it was just the accent, but she found him charming even when he was feigning humbleness. With a breathy laugh and a shake of her head she responded, “Oh, yes, you’re all the rage.”

So, she’d thought the guy was attractive and all, well if she was trying to make the biggest understatement that could possibly be made, but Molly had never, even as a young girl, been the type to giggle and blush at the presence of boys. However, when his fingers brushed feather-light against her skin, she felt shivers, and her eyes popped up quickly to meet his, just in time to catch a wink and that smile…

Deep in her stomach, she felt flutters, something that she hadn’t felt since her teens. There was something about him that made the middle school girl inside of her jump up and down, flailing and screaming as though she’d just been asked to prom by that freshmen football team quarterback and was a shoe-in for prom princess.

At his suggestions, Molly’s immediate internal response was to nod frantically,grin like an idiot, and assure him, ‘Yes, yes do whatever...I trust you.’ However, somehow Molly was able to subdue this immediate reaction from ever escaping her and her lips lifted into a slight smirk as her hazel eyes met his, not intimidated in the slightest.

“You’re the expert…”

Whaaat?!? Molly was mentally high-fiving herself. She was flirting and she thought she was holding her own, which was quite some feat when up against someone who clearly knew their way around smooth taking as Brett appeared to be.

When he arrived back at her side to show her the sketch, she looked over it, putting a bit of a more serious look on her face and nodding to him. “I like it,” she promised him, the thin line that her lips had been pursed into separating into a smile again. “My brothers name is Freddie. It’s F-R-E-D-D-I-E…” she spelled out to assure that there would be no mistakes, “and then the initials are...L.A.M. and S.E.M…” the tiniest notes of remorse or sadness spilling through, hardly noticeable, but it was still buried under her normal tone.