Strange Things

[Lucas]

The buzz of the gun drowned out everything in Sergei's mind. This was the best part, seeing the art form on living canvas, seeing more with his imagination than reality. The ink had to be wiped away constantly and it was mostly a testament to his experience and skill that he could see the shading at all.

While most people still went for dark colors- black or blue or green- some opted for brighter colors, yellows and orange. Not something easy to discern under the ink and blood. And then there were the ultraviolets, which no one saw unless under a specific light. And the metallics.

Ever changing. And so beautiful. Too bad Lucas wasn't around to enjoy it with him. That had hurt. Lucas had been like a brother to him. Valentin had never recovered, not really. The old man was broken.

Fucking sucked.

But life, eh? The two men waiting chatted or whatever. They were softspoken, which suited Sergei just find.

And wouldn't you know it, a storm rolled in. He had to laugh at Ana. Bitch. She always knew how to push buttons. And not an ounce of fear in her.

So it was two seconds before she's sitting there showing off her lovelies and what not. The guy he'd been inking almost broke his neck trying to get a peek. Idiot. Boobs were boobs. Whooped de doo. He didn't get the appeal.

"Put those away, Ana. No one wants to see that." He was smiling when he said it. Then glanced at the two men. Professional. One dude was all decked in a suit. Yeah. He knew the type. All image, that one. Other guy had a stick up his ass.

He doubted either could handle Ana. They'd be smitten with her almost at once, crazy as she was. And she'd get bored almost as quickly. Couple of dull geezers

Men could be stupid. "Don't mind her, fellas. I'm moving her to the back of the line."