You sat down in the chair, scooting around, getting comfortable. Your tattoo artist was about to get you prepped when another employee bursted in. “John. My office!” Oh. A manager of some sort. He put down all of his things and left.

After a few minutes, a different artist entered. “Hey, I’m Ellie. I’ll be your artist for today.” She sat down in the chair, rolling over to you. “Oh, John? He uh… that guy is pretty creepy. Safe to say he’s… not comin’ back! But don’t worry, I’m a lot better, I got artist of the month four times. So… what are you havin’?”