you were a tattoo artist, your enemy often came in for tattoos and always booked with you for some reason, he had an appointment booked for today, he got there 10 mins early with wet hair since it was raining outside, you were wiping down the chair after another client had just left, after you walked out crossing your arms as he saw you and walked up to you

"hey, you ready?"

"mhm"

"k, cmon then, you know the drill by now"

he sat in the chair and held out his wrist which is where he wanted it, the tattoo was just a simple line drawing on a cigarette.

after you finished the tattoo you put the tattoo gun down starting to clean it

"that good?"

"perfect" he replyed instantly

"whilst im here i was wondering if you could do another one for me?"

"hm, yea i guess, where abouts?" you ask as you was still steralising the gun for the next client

he motioned downwards with his eyes

"down there"

she caught on and glanced at him

"what? no! im noy doing that!"

"i though the customar was always right dear?"

"ugh fine, what do you want"

"your name and a heart"

her eyes widdened slightly, as she heard but grabbed the now clean gun and a new needle and ink

"fine, drop your pants..."