Another Day, Another Dollar

[parkave2skidrow]

Sweating Bullets Body Art is open for business, still in the same now-out-of-place building that was once a satellite location of Von Roehm et cie. 'Bye Bye, Beautiful' is playing on the stereo. Viveca's checking a bandage and shooing the customer out with last-minute warnings.

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[parkave2skidrow]

"Note that I am also billing you if my store gets hit by a projectile boat. Okay, shift off, tummy on the table, let's get you ready to be drawn on."

[atlanteanhellion]

"Namor doesn't throw boats these days. It's too 1980s and he's trying to seem younger and more hip. If you can call Namor hip." Kassi slipped off her clothes and lay on the table just as requested, only buck-ass naked. Which was her general preference for anything.

[parkave2skidrow]

"Uh..huh..." Viveca says as she deals with the disinfectant and begins the marking process. "Gonna have to do this pretty heavy-duty with your physiology, huh? Don't worry, I've got practice with that."

[atlanteanhellion]

"The more it hurts, the more I'll enjoy it anyway." Kassi grins.

[parkave2skidrow]

"Hey, hold off on that talk. i am not taking the fall for anything statutory."