Ink and Feathers || Laslow & Abbi
laslownovak:
Laslow bit back his laughter, grinning widely at the tattoo artist’s blunt answer. Honestly, he adored that deadpan sense of humour. Abbit didn’t tiptoe around an issue or walk on eggshells around anyone.
“Oh shag that, come on down and I’ll give you a night on the house, call it a thank you for squeezing me into your schedule - I know you’re busy as hell, don’t even try to deny it,” he fired back with an impish smile,  “It’d be nice to see you there - Taj did a bang up job handling the renovations, very elegant.”
He fell silent to let her contemplate his offer and to allow her to work without distraction for a while. The needle bit into the flesh of his back, but it was more of an annoying stinging sensation rather than being truly painful. He smiled, humming softly to himself while she worked to keep himself occupied, eager to see what she managed to accomplish in today’s session. The girl was a master at her craft, even without magic involved and her artwork was always stunning.
Offering Abbi a night on the house? Laslow must not know just how much alcohol the woman could put down. Many people knew she has the alcoholic constitution of a Russian moose and would avoid buying her drinks in the long run due to just how much of it it took to get her feeling good. “I’ll have to take you up on that.” Free booze. Free GOOD booze. She might milk that as long as she could.
She worked silently after that, hand and gun gliding along Laslow’s back as she nearly finished the outline of the heron, making sure to clear up and thicken some lines that seemed a bit too light for her taste before starting on the lining of the more intricate details. Feathers. As nice as they looked, they were time consuming. Setting her gun down, Abbi stretches her fingers, the machine running the gun buzzing into a soft hum. “You can stretch if you’d like. Basic outline is done. Going to work on the feather detail next.”
