Opie was sitting in the wait room of the local tattoo parlor, he was looking through the portfolio of the new tattoo artist. Most of the things she tattooed were gorgeous, true pieces of art. He then looked up when he heard foot steps and saw a beautiful woman, she had a long Mohawk, a nose ring, a ton of tattoos and dressed like a punk-rocker. Opie couldn't take his eyes off her, he then pried his eyes away and chuckled to himself. The woman walked to the counter and organized pictures.