Tattoo Artist.

"I uh, need a cover up," the tall blonde man said, awkwardly entering the tattoo parlor, "Now, if possible."

"We're clo--"

"I'll close up, Anna," Tony said, "Go home, I'll take him."

"You're a saint," Anna smiled.

Anna grabbed her purse ans left, leaving Tony alone with the man.

"So, I'm Tony," Tony smiled, "What can I do for you?"

"I'm uh, Gabriel," The tall man forced a smile, "I don't care what you do, I just need an old tattoo covered, I can't look at it much longer."

Tony nodded, then a light bulb went off in his head.

"Oh, hey, I tattooed you and your husband like three years ago, didn't I?" Tony smiled, then realized something, "Oh, that's what you're getting covered, isn't it?"

Gabriel forced a smile and nodded, "It's the only one I have."

"Fuck, I'm so sorry," Tony said.

"Don't worry about it," Gabriel said, pain in his eyes.

"Alright, so, what do you want done?" Tony smiled.

"I, uh, I don't know." Gabrirl sighed, "I didn't think ahead."

"Okay, how about you come back at some point tomorrow and I'll have sketches ready," Tony said, causing Gabriel to nod.

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