The petite female is perched outside the tattoo parlor, manning the fundraiser table for the little charity event they were doing today. Everyone else was inside, taking in the long line of clients that had stepped up for the fundraiser. The sign beside her spoke of what it was -- $10 Mystery Tattoos to raise money for Domestic Violence Victims. Sinking back in her seat slightly, she takes a drag from her cigarette, before handing out another flier with a soft sigh. She then takes notice of someone who looks a little confused by the whole thing, and after exhaling a slight laugh, she’s calling out for them. “You there! You’re holdin’ up the line.”