CALL ME A SAFE BET, (FLETCHER!)

[SUNDAY ROSE JONES]

Another day, another night. Trying to get through the day, and trying to get into the spotlight. The basic quota of a day yes? Well, atleast it was for a certain girl who goes by the name Sunday Jones. Her alarm clock blared throughout her room, followed by a groan and a smack of the off button. Slowly but surely a small figure rose and sat up in their bed. The girl looked straight forward at her vanity which was right across from the bottom of her bed and she sighed. She was dead tired. Sunday Jones got up from out the bed. The little girl ran to the shower and hopped in, it was time to get fresh. After what seemed to be fifth teen minutes she hopped out and began to get ready. She looked at her clock, it was twelve o'clock on the dot. After an hour or so, the girl was ready. Sunday had decided to slightly make her long black hair curly and dress in her normal attire. She had the white button up un buttoned three down so the black lace bra was shown, but it didn't look scandalous, just interesting. She fixed her black leggings and loosely slipped on the grey beanie. Looking at her makeup and piercings and she sprayed a spray of lavender perfume. She scrambled around and got her phone, slipped it into her jacket pocket and grabbed her pack of smokes and put them in her other jacket pocket, holding one cigarette and a lighter in her left hand. She was going to enjoy a smoke and walk to this place, for it wasn't far away from her apartments at all. She stepped outside after locking her door and closing it and she shivered. It was too damn cold. She lit her cancer stick and was on her way, shoving her lighter into her pocket.

Sunday was so different than she was in high school, at least physically. In high school, She was.. well. She was fat. She weighed close to one hundred and seventy pounds and she was constantly teased. She had no piercings, and no tattoos. Now she weighed one hundred and eight pounds, had piercings on her face and her ears were stretched, and she had a large amount of tattoos that were usually hidden by her clothing. The only tattoo that was visible was her small deathly hallows symbol tattoo on her left wrist. She had to thank her eating disorder for all the weight she had lost.. Though now a days she was just eating right and exercising, she couldn't help but sometimes go back into her bad habits. She sighed to herself as she finished her cigarette. Highschool. She thought to herself and she walked up to Second Love Tattoos and let herself in, seeing that she wasn't alone. There were some people here and there, looking at tattoos and some picking out jewelry. Why was she here? Well. She wanted a job, hence the large, worn out black notebook and portfolio she carried in her arms. She walked up to who seemed to work at the store and she cleared her throat softly to get his attention. "Hello there, um. I came here because I saw the help wanted sign out in the front and I was wondering if I could get an application or whatever you'd like for me to do to get a job here." She said politely, her British accent was still there after all these years since she moved here , she had a small smile on her face as she awaited a response. Her brows furrowed together as the man looked at her. Those eyes.. that.. face. It all looked so familiar but how?

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[FLETCHER JAY COLLINS]

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now that some of the snow had melted off, the shop was starting to pick up again. fletcher had actually gotten to do two tattoos today. they had both been small, but well worth it. fletch tended to love every tattoo he did. second love wasn't one of those tattoo parlors that cranked out cliche tattoos. each member of the staff was an artist. that meant that every piece created was unique and had a lot of craftsmanship and detail put into it. if a girl came in wanted swallows tattooed onto her collar bones, she would most likely be turned away because none of the artists would want to do such a cliche tattoo. because of this, second love had gotten a few haters but also a lot of respect. in fletcher's opinion, it was worth hurting a few people's feelings in order to maintain a decent shop. and he didn't blame the people who got offended; it wasn't easy being told that your idea for a tattoo was dumb or over-done. he always tried to deny tattoos like that as gently as he could, though.

by mid-afternoon, fletch was ready to take a break. hopefully there was some left over pizza from yesterday still left in the fridge. he strode to his office to find out. as luck would have it, there was one slice left. some of the other guys must have snagged the rest. fletcher took the last piece and threw the over-sized cardboard box it had been in at the trash can, missing it by a couple of feet. his dark green eyes stared at the box for a few seconds, trying to decide if he should walk a few extra feet to pick it up. conclusion? not worth it. he shrugged and grabbed a sprite from the fridge before closing it and going back up front to sit at the desk and click around on the computer while eating. but as soon as he sat down, the front door opened. fletch saw a lot of girls come through here, but not many of them were as pretty as this one was. her black hair made her stunning blue eyes pop like crazy. something about her reminded him of someone he once knew. maybe from high school? he wasn't sure. when she spoke, her words had the slight hint of england on them. that rung another bell in fletcher's memory. where had he seen this girl before? it was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't quite place her. he'd have to figure it out later, as it turned out she was looking for a job. fletcher had almost completely forgotten about the sign he had placed out front. being a tattoo shop in a small hick town like indian hills, artists weren't exactly abundant. he'd been wanting to add another to his staff for a few months now with no luck. a few people had tried to apply, but quite frankly they sucked. this girl looked legit though. but you never can judge a book by it's cover. "well honestly i don't have a formal application system." fletcher flashed a sheepish grin. he knew he probably should print up some sort of application, just for the formality of it. but really he found it an unnecessary hassle. "but if that's your portfolio, i can take a look at it." he motioned toward the black binder in her hands. if her stuff was any good, he'd interview her right on the spot. the whole process was pretty relaxed. to get hired here, pretty much the only qualification was that fletcher had to like you and your work. he met the girl's eyes again with a friendly smile on his face. again, a hint of recognition hit him. he definitely knew her. but how? he'd give it some more thought and maybe ask her about it if he decided to interview her.

[SUNDAY ROSE JONES]

Sunday's cheeks turned to a slight pink as she noticed half the store staring at her or making a glance here and there at her. It was strange having so many people stare at her, and not start laughing at her. The 4'11 ft tall girl's attention was broken when she heard a voice speak to her, it was of the man running this place. A smile was put on her lips as he explained that he didn't have much of a fancy application. She nodded, understanding the fact and she perked up as he pointed out her notebook and portfolio and she nodded "Oh yes! Ha, of course. Here!" She spoke, happily handing him the beat up notebook and the portfolio. Inside the two books, there were drawings. Some where done in charcoal pencil and others in colored pencil and sometimes both. They were all very realistic and well drawn. Details were down to the point and perfected. Most of the drawings were of animals, mostly bears, cats, and peacocks. Then there were her portraits of famous people such as Marylin Monroe, John Lennon, and other random people. There were fonts done on some pages with random lyrics, different styles here and there. All together the notebook and portfolio were masterpieces in small drawings. She smiled shyly as he looked through them, her insecurities about her art were setting in, but she knew better than to be a negative nanny with strangers and all.

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[/color]unday then realized she never introduced herself! "Oh! How rude of me.." She said softly and she stuck out her small hand for him to shake "I'm Sunday Jones! It's a pleasure to meet you." She said, then it hit her. She tilted her head to the side slightly and looked at him, examining his face "Say.. aren't you.. aren't you Fletcher Collins? If I'm correct we had some classes together back in high school." She said. Oh Fletcher, he was that sweet guy that all the girls swooned over and yet he was modest and nice. He stood up for Sunday the many times she was bullied and she was always grateful. They were partners sometimes in class for projects and essays and such, but gosh. It had been years since she's seen his face. She laughed lightly to herself and ran a hand through her thick black hair "Well Blimey, look at you! You've grown up to be quite a handsome devil there, eh Fletcher?" She asked, an excited on her face. Oh, she wished that this was Fletcher, and not some random chap who is probably afraid of her now. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[FLETCHER JAY COLLINS]

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fletcher noticed the girl glancing around a bit nervously. he turned his eyes toward where she was looking, and saw that his artists had paused with their tattoos to stare at the young woman in the entry way. some of the clients seemed to be looking this way, as well. fletch tossed them all an annoyed look, and his artists got back to their work immediately. sure, the girl was gorgeous, but it was rude to stare anyway. he turned his attention back to her, hoping she wasn't too offended. fortunately, she didn't seem to be. she moved to give him her portfolio, so he reached out his hand to take it. just by looking at the outside, he could tell that this girl was passionate about her work. the book was stuffed full and a little worn. excellent signs. his mouth was practically watering with anticipation at exploring it's contents. fletch loved getting to look through another artists pieces. and he had a feeling this would be good. he carefully set the notebook on the counter top, opening it to the first page. he immediately liked what he saw. her style was so perfected, so detailed. which is exactly what he looked for in a tattoo artist. he wanted to keep looking, but the tiny little girl began speaking again.

as soon as she said her name was sunday, it hit him like a train. he had had several classes with her in high school. but she looked so different! she had been the chubby girl back then, and got teased and pushed around a lot. which had always pissed fletch off. there was nothing he hated more than someone getting shit for who they were. he'd taken some verbal beatings as well for being on sunday's side, but he didn't mind that one bit. he'd been ignoring haters for his entire life, and he had been more than happy to help a girl as sweet as sunday out. but now, she was the opposite of what she had been then. she was so skinny and simply adorable. fletch wondered what had changed between senior year and now. of course, he wasn't about to ask. a big smile lit up his features, "no way, sunday jones?" he nodded his head in answer to her question. "ya i'm fletcher. i can't believe you remember me, it's been so long." five years, actually. he tried not to blush when she called him a handsome devil. he scoffed and looked at his shoes, slightly embarrassed. "oh please, look at you! how have you been?" fletcher found himself wanting to sit down with her and catch up on her life after high school. he looked back down at her portfolio, flipping through a couple more pages, taking a quick look at each drawing. most of them were animals, and very well done at that. he loved her work already. "i mean, obviously you've been busy with this." he gestured toward her work. "this is amazing, you're very talented." her sort of style was exactly what second love needed. he was certain that she'd make an excellent tattoo artist.

[SUNDAY ROSE JONES]

A relieved soft sigh came from her lips as he opened her notebook, his eyes seemed to be oogling the pages one after the next, and from what she could tell, he liked what he saw. She smiled when he looked back up at her, an amazed expression on his face when he realized who she was, ah. She was getting that reaction lately when she ran into old high school friends. She couldn't help but have her cheeks heat to a light pink as he said her name. "Oh yes, it's me." She said with a light laugh as she shrugged at his comment. "I got a good memory ya see? and.. your face just kind of popped out at me, ya know? I was just taking a chance by asking who you were." She laughed and placed her hands on her hips. She removed her prescription glasses, the large black framed glassed made her look like a nerd, but a cute one. She took them off though and placed them in her denim jacket pocket. Her eyes looked upon him as he seemed to be embarrassed by her compliment, I mean, she was just speaking the truth! You see, Sunday wasn't a very shy girl, she was pretty out going and open minded. So, if she thought something, she'll say it. She smiled when he mentioned how she looked and she said "Oh, stop. I just finally lost all that weight. It was a bugger, but I finally got it all off of me." She spoke, playing with the skull ring she had on her finger. Oh, if only he knew the truth. The truth of how she lost all this weight, the self induced throwing up, the not eating for days. Her eating disorder was out of whack, and she was still in it, but not as deep.


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[/color]unday then answered the question on how she had been. "I'd been okay, just been drawing a lot and yiddie yaddah, just trying to make it day by day, ya know?" She asked, looking from her notebook to his dark green eyes. He always had those pretty eyes. She smiled as he complimented her work and she sighed, so relieved. "Oh, thank you. They're just sketches.. some are from high school, hence why the book is so old and all." She smiled sheepishly and then asked "Oh! But how have you been? Is this place yours?" She asked, mentioning the tattoo shop, if all of this was his then she was impressed, this place needed a cool tattoo shop. Sunday then noticed how warm it was in the place, she noticed her arms weren't full anymore by her books so she slipped off her blue jean jacket, so now she was clad in the black leggings, oversized button up, and her gray beanie which she then removed. She held her jacket and hat in her arms, looking at her left shoulder where since the shirt was so big, her shoulder was showing. The girl noticed the top of her half sleeve tattoo was shown but she didn't really mind. It was just top of the skull and some of the designs around it. The tattoo has a whole was a masterpiece though. Drawn by her, and tattooed by a friend of hers, the half sleeve was beautiful and was meant to represent Sunday's grandmother that recently had passed away. The one that helped Sunday get a home and pay her rent, the one who helped Sunday realized that she needed to accept herself. The tattoo was perfect, though slightly seen now by any on looker, she would show him all her tattoos but the most of them were on her back, stomach, and thighs.

H[/color]er small hands fiddled with the ends of her long, thick, and curly jet black hair. Sunday's bright blue eyes looked around, the place seemed very well done. It was well furnished, well decorated, and for some reason she felt safe. Her eyes went back to Fletch. She noticed he was still looking at her notebook so, she could look at him without her looking like a total creeper. His hair had gotten so much longer, and his body and face structure had all matured. She couldn't believe she was even thinking such a thing but, he looked pristine. Fletcher had grown into a beautiful man, but she would not dare take any action upon such a thought. He probably had some beautiful girlfriend, and was living happily ever after with that girl.


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[FLETCHER JAY COLLINS]

Jan 3, 2011 22:52:41 GMT -7 FLETCHER JAY COLLINS said:

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now that fletch knew who sunday was, he couldn't stop looking at her. wow, had she grown up. really the only recognizable feature on her was her bright blue eyes. they'd always been just as beautiful. but something about how skinny she was made fletcher wonder as to how she got there. she looked healthy, but just the way she was built made him think there might have been a point at which she didn't look so healthy. he didn't want to jump to conclusions or anything, but he couldn't help but be curious. it was amazing how much people could change. back in high school, he never would have guessed that sunday of all people would end up with piercings and tattoos, and now applying at his very own tattoo shop. life was pretty crazy sometimes, and this was just an example. he was able to bring his eyes away from the book to meet hers when she talked about losing all the weight. he wasn't sure exactly what to say to that, so he just chuckled lightly and smiled. "well you look amazing." which was certainly true.

fletch kept turning through the book page by page as sunday talked. each drawing seemed to get better and better. her style had matured over the years, and she seemed to know who she was as an artist. which was very important to fletcher. he was honestly very impressed with her work. he wanted to hire her already, but he knew he needed to ask her some questions first. tearing his eyes away, he met hers again. "ya, second love is mine. pretty much all i've been doing since high school is tattoos. it tends to suck you in." which was true, being a tattoo artist was a lifestyle, not a job. fletch lived and breathed tattoos. he knew that he wanted to be a tattoo artist when he got his first tat at the age of sixteen. ever since then, he'd been addicted. and guessing by sunday's portfolio, she had been just as addicted to drawing as fletcher was. the two probably had a whole lot in common. after she took her jacket off, fletcher noticed her sleeve. it was very well-done. he wondered who had done it and if sunday had drawn it herself. he'd have to ask her later.

judging by her portfolio, fletch wanted sunday at his shop. he didn't have any female artists, so she would hopefully appeal more to female clientele. not to mention that he just liked who she was. she seemed super chill. turning toward the back, fletcher motioned for sunday to follow him. "let's go talk in my office." he closed her portfolio, taking it with him. he headed toward the back, leading sunday to his office/break room. lounge was probably a more accurate description of the room. inside were a couple couches, coffee table, fridge, etc. once through the door, he closed it behind sunday to shut out the buzz of the needles and dull roar of the chatter. after setting the portfolio on the coffee table, he opened the refrigerator. "sit wherever you want. do you want a water, a soda, beer?" he happened to have all three stocked up right now. fletcher wanted to really get to know sunday if he was going to hire her. he needed to know what training and experience she had, that sort of thing. and it wouldn't help to get to know her personally as well. a girl as adorable as she was didn't come waltzing into his life on daily basis. he found himself wondering if she had a boyfriend or not. why he was concerned with such things, he wasn't sure. she probably had one, as gorgeous as she was.

[SUNDAY ROSE JONES]

The small british girl pushed some of her hair behind her ear, just cause it was getting in her face and on her nerves. Sunday bit her lower lip, nibbling on it out of nervous habit as he looked at her. Why was she so nervous? She hadn't a clue, but she tried her best not to let her nervousness show. A smile came onto her face while he complimented her and she said in response "Well thank you dear." Her eyes explored the place even more as he talked to her about it. A smile remained on her face, this place felt so right for some reason. She looked back to him and she said "Well, the place is lovely. I've heard about this place from some friends of mine and told me to apply here... it's been a pain in the ass to get a job lately around here." She laughed lightly with a sheepish smile. She remembered the first time she really started to take her art seriously, which was in 8th grade if she remembered correctly. Her therapist told her to start sketching and drawing out her emotions, for therapy reasons. It worked, but her drawing were always very dark and very strange. While growing up, she always fancied tattoos and piercings, found them interesting while everyone else found them strange and repulsive. Sunday didn't start studying and training to be a tattoo artist until she was sixteen. She had friends who were licensed tattoo artist, she read and did her homework on the whole atmosphere and rules of tattooing. She was a prodigy as she was told from her mentors of the past. Sunday had quite a knack for the whole body art and modifications.

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[/color]unday perked up as he told her that they were going to talk in his office. She nodded and followed him to the back. They walked into a lounge like room and he closed the door behind her. The girl nodded as he told her to sit anywhere she'd like and she took a seat on the couch closest to the coffee table. She set her jacket onto the coffee table and looked at him as he opened the fridge. She bit her lower lip again as he offered her something to drink, and she tilted her head slightly. Ah, a cold beer sounded really good right now..She then said "A beer please." A smile on her face as she relaxed. Sunday didn't really drink that much, unless her pal Marin came over and when she usually came over, they usually got wasted. But, she had a hard day today so to relax, drinking a beer with an old high school friend sounded pretty nice right now. A small hand of hers removed the hair that was getting into her face, just pushing it back with her fingers.

(this post sucks >.< i'm sorry. My muse is bleh.)

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[FLETCHER JAY COLLINS]

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second love was fletcher's absolute pride and joy. even it's name was sort of sentimental, as girly as that was. he named it because tattooing was his second love. his first, well he hadn't actually met his first love yet. he was saving that title for his future wife. sure, that was sorta mushy and whatever, but fletch thought it was appropriate. he'd put so much work into this place. he'd saved up the money to buy an old broken down house, renovate it, and turn it into this place. it made for a pretty cool tattoo shop. he'd knocked down most of the walls, just left the back bedroom intact for the office and the bathroom of course. besides that, it was all open with his artists' stations spread throughout the room. he'd painted the back wall a dark red, and the remaining walls a bright blue. but you could just see patches of those colors, the walls were covered in framed artwork that were done mostly by him and his artists, but also famous tattoo artists. he'd worked hard day and night for months to get it ready for open, and it had paid off. the place looked amazing, and fletch couldn't have been more proud.

fletcher definitely knew how hard it was to find a place to get a job as a tattoo artist around here. he'd had to go out of town to find a good internship. second love was the only place that sunday had a chance at unless she wanted to commute to work every day. having her as an artist would definitely benefit both of them. he hoped that she had the right credentials. which obviously she did, or she wouldn't be applying here. he watched her as she sat down on his couch, getting all settled in. she was just so tiny and cute, he couldn't help but smile. and he was pretty surprised when she asked for a beer. most chicks just wanted water. now a beer drinking girl was someone he could respect. he grabbed a bottle from the fridge and cracked it open before setting it down in front of her on the coffee table. fletch then sat down on the comfy leather chair opposite from the couch, facing sunday. he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and pulled her portfolio toward him, opening it up to the first page again. he loved her work just as much the second time he laid eyes on it. "ok, time to get down to business."

fletcher hadn't really done any interviews before. his artists where mostly friends he'd met at school, in other shops, or interned with. so he knew their credentials and everything before he hired them. they were more like family than employees. anyone new that he hired needed to understand that and fit in with the family. somehow, he already knew that wouldn't be a problem for sunday. she was so outgoing, she'd mesh right in with the rest of them. but first, he figured he should probably figure out her background with tattooing. "ok, so tell me sunday, what sort of experience do you have? as far as schooling, internships, that sort of thing. and do you have your license yet?" fletcher wanted to do anything he could to get her started out. if she hadn't completed and internship yet, he'd hire her at an intern level. if she didn't have her license, he'd help her get it. he was more interested in developing her as an artist than furthering his shop, really.

[SUNDAY ROSE JONES]

A grin came to her face as he seemed surprised when she asked for a beer. She then commented after he opened a beer bottle for her and set it in front of her. "Ah thank you, see. Unlike most girls, I'm not a big fan of little fruity cocktails and all. But, I'm not a huge drinker so, yeah." She laughed sheepishly and took a gulp of her beer, sighing after the swig. She had not had a beer in a long time, she forgot how disgusting it tasted. Her eyes were drawn back to the handsome boy in the leather chair across from her as he began to speak. She crossed a leg over the other, rested her left elbow on her knee and rested her face in her small palm. Her other hand played with her beer bottle, tapping it lightly out of entertainment for herself. She noticed him pull out her artwork again and now, things got serious. She leaned back in the large couch, her little body seemed so miniature to the couch. She uncrossed her legs and let her back rest against the couch and she listened to him as he spoke. "Well." She started, sitting up more properly.

The british girl then began to go on, "I went to an art school right out of town, just a few miles away for a couple of weeks. I'd drive myself up there and then come back home and then back up again. I quit though because gas was killing me.. until one of my friends heard about my problem and he came here to teach me his tattooing ways. Michael Lautner, a friend of the family. He got me into tattooing and started making me get serious about my art when I was sixteen. Trust me, I had at least two shelves in my book case full of Art books and tattoo/body modification books. So, I've done my home work on this. Now, for my experience.. I've actually done my own tattoos." She lifted up her right wrist, where the small harry potter deathly hallows symbol was tattooed. "Did that one me self, and I drew out this one, Michael just inked it for me.." and with that she pushed down the left shoulder of the shirt, slipping her arm out of her sleeve, her half sleeved tattoo was shown. "I drew out this skull, and the little roses and designs over it and perfected it over a million of times before I got this. It's one of my favorites though. I have more, but I'm not going to bloody strip for ya, the rest are on me back and ribcage." She laughed and slipped her arm back into the sleeve of her shirt. "So, I know how to work the tattoo gun and all. So, You could say that I interned for Michael, and my license? It's right in that note book deary, last page." She said pointing to it. She was right, her tattooing license stuck out at the very last page of her sketch book, just to keep it safe.

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[FLETCHER JAY COLLINS]

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the fact that sunday preferred beer over a mixed drink was certainly interesting. and he appreciated that, since he loved beer himself. he always drank rangers, a beer locally brewed. it was delicious and he usually had quite a bit of it. the beer he'd handed to sunday was a ranger, actually. fletch only drank hard liquor when he was partying, or just drinking with the purpose of getting plastered. he smiled, meeting her eyes, "beer is the way to go. definitely my favorite as well." part of the reason he loved working at a tattoo shop was the fact that he could drink all the beer he wanted. of course, he never had more than one at a time. being drunk while doing someone's tattoo would be terrible. he'd definitely screw it up, and that would be an irreversible mistake. but just one was not nearly enough to get him even tipsy, so he'd often sip on one throughout the day.

after his array of questions, fletcher simply flipped through the book as sunday spoke. and it sounded like she had some experience. he actually knew who michael lautner was, he'd met him before. the tattoo world was a small one, most artists knew all others within a fifty mile radius. fletcher knew michael's work, and he respected the man. the fact that sunday had been trained by him definitely qualified her. he knew that michael wouldn't let sunday start applying if he thought she wasn't ready. and the fact that she'd already done her own tattoos was a good sign. it was easier to tattoo other people than yourself. all of her tattoos were nicely done and looked complete. it was obvious that she knew her way around the equipment. he laughed with her when she said she wouldn't strip for him. that was more decent than most girls that came through here. fletcher had tattooed tons of body parts that you wouldn't normally see on a daily basis.

the only thing left was her license. which happened to be located at the back of her book. he flipped to the last page and there it was. quickly scanning it confirmed that it was legit. as far as fletcher was concerned, sunday's credentials checked out. the real test would be having her tattoo someone. which was always a risk with a new artist, but one you had to be willing to take. fletcher shut the book decidedly, looking back up at the girl before him. "sunday, you're too good to be true. i know who michael is, and i trust that he trained you well. as far as i'm concerned, you're hired. when can you start?" fletcher was excited and nervous at the same time. hiring someone new who he hadn't witnessed actually tattooing someone was a huge risk. but something told him that this was right. he was so eager to get her out on the floor, getting better and better as an artist. adding her to his staff was like adding a member to his family. a big leap, one he was ready to take.

[SUNDAY ROSE JONES]

Sunday let out a light laugh as he commented about her choice and she shrugged, taking another swig from it. She gulped it down and then spoke "I just feel manly drinking it ya know?" She gave him a toothy grin, setting the half empty beer bottle down on the coffee table. She was going to be fine, it took her at least three beers for her to get tipsy. She took another sip from it, finishing it since it was almost empty. Sunday was a fast drinker, with any drink really, even coffee. Bright blue eyes looked to him as he flipped through her art notebook. She wasn't used to people looking at her art all the time, repeatedly and complimenting it. Sunday wasn't really used to people being nice to her really, but Fletch was different. He'd always been nice to her, ever since she first moved to this hell hole of a country. As she spoke, she watched his face. She felt creepy doing so but, since she had gotten to Second Love, her eyes couldn't help but look at him. She smiled when he laughed at her joke, Sunday was a funny girl, always joking around and teasing people playfully.

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[/color]er face lit up when he told her that she was hired, a big smile came onto her face and she clapped her hands happily. "Really?! Oh, thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!" She said, an ecstatic expression on her face. "I can start whenever you need me too, deary." She replied, which was true. Hell, she could even start right now if he wanted her to. She finally had a job, and maybe now she could make some new friends, including Fletcher, and finally do something with her life. She had her dream job, finally. She then noticed somewhat of a nervous expression on his face and she tilted her head to the side and spoke "I can tell you're a wee bit nervous. If it makes you feel any better, Michael let me do three of this tattoos. I finished his right sleeve, the one with all the star wars crap on it, I did his chest piece.. I'm not sure if you've seen it but it's pretty good. I'm damn proud of it. It's like, a scroll on his chest with 'this world cannot break me' written in a cursive font, and his neck tattoo. Oh that one was fun, haha. It's that rose on the left side of his neck for his mother? I did it." She said, full of pride. Now, if Michael Lautner let you tattoo him, then you must be good because he barely trust anyone.. so it's shocking that he would let Sunday tattoo him, unless she was really good.
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