Laying there on the sofa Erryk was staring up at the ceiling. For once he was the one with a bottle of whiskey cradled close and had actually just reached the point where a tear was trailing down his right cheek. Hearing the phone buzz he had actually first imagined it was probably Arryk trying to get ahold of him yet again or their little sister bitching at him some more. No instead as he opened it up all the way he sort of frowned seeing the females number and a photo from a party last year zoomed all the way in on his ass in wet swim trunks. Had to have been Arryk getting him back for the whole location prank. 'Nice ... Perfect moment asshole' he thought rolling his eyes.
Erryk in reply to Cin
[My bad! Hey it's not like I'm naked at least! So could be worse! 😬]
Cin gave a loud "Ha!" as she saw Erryk's return message.
[Awesome. Brb forwarding this to everyone I've ever met.], she sent back, mostly just to be an ass. Ooh, then she had an even assier idea!
[Starting with S. 😈]
[Awesome. Have him paint me like one of his french girls. 😎]
Erryk hit send and shook his head. What a bitch. Actually come to think of it that currently applied to her and Arryk. Who he soon moved to text and middle finger to before moving to toss the phone down as he sat up and picked the bottle of whiskey up reaching to flip the channel on the tv.
[Oh yeah, this'll make a great reference. Chef's kiss. If you want your ass plastered on the city bus, that is.]
Cin snickered, then had another bright idea. She had a few boudoir photos of herself from a little while ago still saved on her phone. She scrolled through her gallery and selected the raciest one, then sent it to Erryk.
[Oh oops~]
[Truth.... I mean I guess I'll be famous for something!]
Erryk sent back before moving to take a swig of the bottle again. Not expecting her to text back so soon except.... Well then .....
[Ha! Yeah oops indeed. Definitely think we're square now darlin. Sebastian gets that photo and starts painting and I'll go tattoo this shit on every horni mother fucker I can find with different backgrounds. May even do one that lack even more clothing 👌]
Cin laughed aloud as she read his text. [I'm flattered. Make sure you add "Erryk Was Here" on the small of tattoo-me's back. I've been thinking of getting a tramp stamp.]
[That's a terrible location. Of what?]
Cin was tempted to be childish and send back "YOUR MOM LOL", but after a moment's thought, decided to take the question seriously.
[As cliché #spookygirl as it is, a bat. They're my favorite animal. What location would you suggest?]
[Well that depends entirely on the art style and size. But it definitely sounds like something that would be more appealing on your ankle, wrist, maybe behind your ear even. That skin sucks ass to tattoo though and fades like a bitch. Or if you wanted to get fancy and massive I hear the thighs make great spots for that]
By now he'd nearly forgotten how the conversation had started and was damn near texting her like he would have a prospective client. What could he say it was A distracting him from his previous sulk fest and B just naturally came with how long he'd been dealing with that sort of thing.
[Awesome, I can have a bat swimming in cottage cheese.] Cin scoffed. Thigh tattoo? Not likely. Whatever. She didn't have much to do today, so she just called a Lyft over to Erryk's place and rang the bell. She hadn't bothered to dress and was basically standing on his porch in her underwear, and not particularly conservative underwear at that. At least it was a matched set, black satin with lace edging.
Fucking WOMEN....
Erryk immediately caught that and shook his head sort of chuckling.
[Yeah ok point taken. End of the day it's up to you]
He sent that back and hardly even remotely thought he'd be seeing her. Shit when she didn't text back he merely thought he'd managed to send her on a self image hate spree. Oops. By the time the doorbell had rung he was halfway done with the bottle of whiskey and staring off at the tv that currently had Four Brothers playing. About the moment one got shot actually as the doorbell went off. Of course!
Moving to push off the sofa Erryk made his way over to the door. He on the other hand still mostly dressed from the day considering he'd basically just gotten home and hit the bottle and sofa. White T-shirt, jeans he'd really only gotten his shoes and hoodie off earlier. Moving to open the door he peaked out at first before sort of snickering at seeing Cin.
"The fuck woman?" He mused moving to unlock the second lock he fully opened the door stepping back and sort of up downed her quite obviously. "You know I'm pretty sure there's this thing called clothes. You may have heard of it. Something civilized people use" he mused all to smartly at her.
"Your first mistake is assuming I'm civilized," Cin replied. "So are you going to invite me in?" she asked as she drank in the way those jeans fit him. Not too bad for a stuffy old... What exactly did he do again?
"Fair point... Come on" He replied nodding for her to come inside as he backed further out of the way. Waiting for her to walk in he soon went shutting the door and then promptly made his way back for the sofa. "If you want anything kitchens open.... Help yourself... Should be some Grey goose and Jim Beam in the freezer if you want... You know" He briefly held up the bottle of Cold Cock he'd been nursing before taking a swig again and moved to turn the tv down slightly.
"Thanks," she said. She promptly went to the fridge and made herself a ham and cheese sandwich with sweet relish and honey mustard, then poured herself some water and curled up on the sofa, making herself right at home.
"So, you know tattoos," she said. "Now that you can see me properly, uh, did you... have any suggestions?"
"You wanting realistic or new school? Styles everything first off. Secondly depending on the other elements you could do a whole swarm, a hideous realistic face or a cute cartoony bat holding a bloody rose. You name it.... So now, specifics sweet heart" he replied as he moved to take a swig of the bottle in his hand and actually had reached under the table to pull out a drawing pad that was already open to a rather elaborate doberman with a gun it's mouth he'd recently been working on already for someone.
Cin blinked. She hadn't been aware there was so much intricacy involved.
"Good question," she said. "Maybe I'll have to think on it. Whoa." She looked at the drawing pad. "You're good."
Erryk chuckled a bit and nodded "Aight, I mean probably smar... " He'd been replying when she spoke. Eyes going down to the drawing he sort of smirked. "Yeah, I mean that one's alright.... I hope..."His smirk sort of fell upon looking down at it longer "May do another few versions of it cause I'm not even sure I like it and the guy I have to tattoo it on .... Well he's a picky little snob" he mused the last part with a bit of a chuckle as he leaned back to take a swig of the drink in his hand.
Cin studied the drawing for a moment. "Good composition, good shading, nice lines.... How picky is this guy? He can just design for himself if he doesn't like it."
Well she'd started out this visit trying to flirt. Didn't seem like he was interested, so she just sat next to him and munched on her sandwich.
"What's usually your favorite thing to design?" she asked after a fashion.
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