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from Nostalgia,” he winked at me. His perfect brown hair was all fucked up, red lipstick kisses all over his face. I couldn’t help but laugh at his goofy ass.
    “Of course you did,” I sighed, scooping a handful of whip cream then shoving it in my mouth.
    “You are seriously missing out, the chicks are gorgeous. I don’t see what the big deal is about going to Nostalgia, Vice,” he shrugged, leaning forward. His elbows rested on his knees.
    “Miller is a dick,” I piped, eating the rest of what was left on my jeans.
    “So what! If you go, he might ask you to play in a tourney, say no. Fuck him,”
    “Yeah, okay.” I rolled my eyes. “I could see that I would end up having to kick his and his possies asses,” I huffed knowing damn well that Chase was trouble and by no means would he help me to stay out of trouble. “Besides, I really would just rather stay away from him, he’s bad news,”
    “Will you just think about it? Just think about going one time with me? Dude, just once and I swear to God that you will want to go back. It’s amazing in that place. It’s so damn packed that I doubt Chase would even see you,”
    “Fine, I will think about it,” I stood from the chair, placing the whiskey on the kitchen counter. “I have an early appointment in the morning so I need to hit the sack,”
    “It’s Sunday. Who’s your early appointment?” Skip questioned from behind me as we walked to the hallway. We only took clients on Sundays by appointment only. Usually Sunday was a free day as everyone partied so hard on Friday and Saturday nights that no one ever really wanted work done.
    I stopped at my door and turned around. “Harlow Jean,” I smiled.
    His mouth gaped. “You lucky son of a bitch,”
    I shut the door in Skips face as I laughed. That I am one lucky son of a bitch. There is no other female in this world that is anything like Harlow Jean. I live for her tat sessions with me every few months. She came to me with the most sexy porcelain skin I had ever seen. It was flawless, a prime sheen of tattoo real estate begging to be inked. The first time she walked into the shop was four years ago on a Sunday when she was nineteen. I have been tattooing her ever since. She is now fully sleeved with half of her back done. I am anxious about tomorrows session as it will be on the inside of her right thigh. I am going to make sure that I take my sweet ass time on her, too. Who wouldn’t?
    “Goodnight, Skip,” I said, taking my jeans off and tossing them in the corner.
    “Goodnight, bastard,” he sighed, then quickly opened my bedroom door.
    “Oh, my sweet Jesus, Skip. What is it now?” I took my shirt off and tossed it on my jeans.
    “No, you are not a he bitch,” he smiled then shut my door.
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    My alarm went off at 8:00 AM. I didn’t have to be at the shop until 9:30 which was a perfect amount of time to go for a run. I made sure and ran four miles. I wanted to be clear headed, and relaxed when Harlow came in and after a night like I had last night, I needed it.
    I was setting up my counter listening to Radioactive by the Imagine Dragons when I heard the door chime.
    “Imagine Dragons,” a sweet voice said from behind me. A voice that makes my heart race and my palms sweaty.
    “Well, well… if it isn’t Miss. Harlow Jean,” I smiled listening to the smack of her flip flops as she drew closer. My back still turned toward the door as I sat upon my tiger printed rolling chair. I threaded the needle through the barrel before spinning around.
    “Well, well… if it isn’t the most handsome tattooist in all of Vegas,” she smiled, showing the dimple on her left cheek. A dimple I would give anything to kiss.
    I swallowed hard, taking in her appearance. Harlow in her short and tattered, cut off jean shorts. A loose fitted, pink tank top with palm trees and a sunset centered across her perfect D cup tits, and a pair of black flip flops. Harlow’s blonde hair just below her chin was in waves,