Page 4 of Stitch
“You’re not going anywhere, asshole. Now get your cut on, and come downstairs. I’m not doing this without you.”
Cammy
Ispent the dayhelping Lissa remove the rest of that white scrubby paint from the last few windows, and we stocked the small kitchen with the necessary bits and pieces, and the small bathroom. All we needed was a sign outside now, and we’d be good to go.
A big guy wearing a club cut poked his head in the door.
“Lissa, we’re about to get going on the sign. You wanna come and approve it?”
She gasped and clapped her hands together.
“You’re going to love this, babe. Come and see!”
I followed her, and nodded at the two bikers now standing outside. The one who’d popped in was huge, burly, and hairy. The tag on his cut said ‘Rocket’, and I vaguely wondered what the hell caused a name like that. The other was cute; babyfaced, with blonde dreadlocks, and a cut that said ‘Has-Been’, and I knew I’d seen him before.
He’d come into the old office to collect Lissa’s things when she was fired, and he handed the bitchqueen her ass at the time, which I loved. Again, he had such a strange name, but I just wasn’t sure if I was supposed to ask what these things meant. What was the protocol in this situation?
He hugged Lissa tightly and then turned to say hi to me.
“We met before, right? I’m Has-Been, and this is Rocket. We’re gonna make this look fucking awesome.” He pointed to the large signpost across the clinic front. They’d mapped it out, so we could see the design they were going to create.
“I’m Cammy. Wow, that’s beautiful. You guys are artists?”
They grinned at each other.
“Mostly we’re tattooists, but we also do bike spray jobs and other custom work. This’ll be the easiest canvas we’d ever worked with.”
“Yeah… doesn’t wriggle too much.” Has-Been smirked at Lissa as he spoke, and she swatted his arm.
“It hurts, dammit.”
I turned to stare at her. “Wait… You got ink?”
The two bikers started laughing, and got the go ahead from Lissa to get started.
“We’ll make you some coffee.” She wandered back inside, while I stared at the cute one in shock.
“She got ink? Seriously? Her? She’s like the most reserved and sensible person I know!”
He winked. “Perks of being an old lady, love. Get her to show you. It’s some of my best work.”
I winked back, because a cute guy winks and that’s what you do, and then I hurried back inside.
“You. Got. Ink?” Lissa burst out laughing, stepping away from the counter where she’d been making coffee.
“When you become an old lady, you get one of these.” She hitched up her skirt, showing me the gorgeous tattoo on her upper thigh.Property of Ice. Wow, did I secretly yearn to wear something like that too? I didn’t expect the answer to be yes, but it was a sign that you mattered to a person, and that really appealed to me.
“Has-Been did that? It’s stunning.”
Lissa lowered her skirt again.
“Hurt like a bitch though.”
“You don’t even sound like you anymore. This Ice guy has changed you so much, babe.”
“She’s changed me too, darlin’.”We both turned to see her biker guy in the doorway. He was dressed much like the others, but with buzzcut hair, and the biggest, proudest grin on his face.
“Ice,” she practically breathed his name as she squeezed past me, and into his arms.
