@𝖋𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖓 liked for a starter
ＨＥＲ ＣＬＩＥＮＴＳ ＷＥＲＥＮ＇Ｔ ＡＬＷＡＹＳ ＴＨＥ ＢＥＳＴ ＰＥＯＰＬＥ， ＢＵＴ ＳＨＥ ＴＲＩＥＤ ＮＯＴ ＴＯ ＪＵＤＧＥ． zach had been one of her regulars for a while now, but she hadn't noticed the shitty way he treated the girls at the front desk. it was half the reason why she wasn't overly nice to him whenever he booked her, but despite her cold shoulder, it seemed her art couldn't be beat when it came down to it. she'd grown used to the appointments with him, and had been fully prepared to spend the last four hours of her shift working on some awesome ram skull, gothic style back piece while listening to one of her true crime podcasts. zachary ruined those plans, however, by being a no show — leaving oliver to the mercy of her boss, who figured since everyone else was tattooing, that she should clean the shop. like some kind of fuckin' apprentice.
luckily she could still listen to her podcast while she cleaned, so the hours went by pretty quick, and before she knew it she was on her way back to her car. since front parking was usually pretty crowded, she tended to park behind the building. as she started to unlock her doors she heard the sound of footsteps behind her, and she spared a quick glance over her shoulder, only doing a double take when she noticed zach's jacked up ford parked near the end of the lot, where the area split down into the alleyway between the shop and the lawyers office next door. right next to where those footsteps were echoing from. but that was a dead end . . . why would zach show so late, and then be in the alley — unless he was buying drugs again. fuck.
she turned around, ready to straight up ask her good for nothing no show why he thought it was okay to stand her up if he was just gonna be back behind the shop, buying drugs in the most obvious spot ever ? but instead of being greeted with the familiar features she expected, she witnessed some homeless looking e-boy coming out with what looked like blood all over him. what the fuck . ❝ shit dude, are you okay ? ❞ she asked, quickly starting to walk towards him. ❝ if it's super illegal i can clean you up in the shop, but that shit looks bad man. ❞ her voice wavered a little once she got closer to him, noticing the signature plaid shirt zach usually wore to his appointments. the black ink was still stained in the sleeve from when he had knocked her tray over while trying to get comfortable in the chair.
