My friends play in a Misfits cover band named GDMF. They dress up in full attire and put on a show every year. Never one to miss a good show I am there. My girlfriend, Kayla is never one for a late night on a school night. She is a sophomore at the University. So I am solo.
I just finished working on one of my creations. We are in the final stages. One more night of touch up and the tat will be complete. The human body can only handle so much in one session. One friend of mine, Russell let me push it to the extreme. We were doing a lot of coke then and thought it was a good idea. He eventually passed out from pain or the drugs. Not sure which. So now I limit my sessions to only several hours. I will not pull the all nighter again. But the result of that one is magnificent. Russ still tells the story from time to time.
This night I am sitting at the bar beside him, nursing a tall beer. My subject is at the other end of the bar showing of my latest work. I smile to myself and sip my beer.
That's when I notice her. Tall, long dark hair, has to be to her waist. Tight corseted gown pushing those beautiful breasts just over the top. I ogle for a moment before I realize her smiling at me. Those full red vampire lips. I nod courteously and turn my attentions back to my beer.
I'm not surprised by her attire. It is Halloween. Most everyone is in costume. I stick out like a sore thumb in my plain t-shirt, khaki pants and leather jacket. My prescription glasses half off my nose. The guy next to me starts chatting with me.
"So what you supposed to be?" He jokes. He is dressed like a punk. Though it probably isn't a costume. Tattered jeans, band shirt, Mohawk.
"Myself." I answer.
"Yeah and what's that?" He retorts smugly.
I take a long pull on my beer. "I'm an artist."
"Oh yeah? Have I seen any of your work?"
"Probably."
"What kind of art do you do?"
"Body art."
"Tattoos?"
"Yeah."
"You any good?"
"I'd like to think so."
He finally gets the bartender over and orders a drink, offering me one. I'm not one to decline a free drink so I order another tall draft. After the drinks are poured he turns to me.
"What do you think of this?" He pulls up his sleeve to show me a ok tat on his right bicep.
"I hope you didn't pay a lot for that?" It is not the best work I've seen.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I like the overall effect but the quality is not top notch."
"You'd do better."
"Definitely"
After a quick description of what I would add to his tat, I turn to Russell who is sitting to my right. He is in an animated conversation with some chick. He is made up to look like one of the Misfits since he is in the band that will be performing soon. It's pretty obvious since there are only four guys in tight black pants with devil locks. Russ has on a white t-shirt at the moment. I yank up the sleeve on his left arm.
"Now this is art." I say to the punker. Russ gives me a puzzled look then once he recognizes that I am just showing off my work he goes back to chatting up the girl. Punker just stares at the tat.
"Original?" He asks as he takes in the image. It is one of my favorites. The tat depicts a voluptuous blond angel going down on a very devious, black demon.
"Only type I do."
"Nice." He says sincerely. "I like how you can see the blood where the claw grips her breast."
"Thanks. Come by. I'll fix that one for you." I offer pulling out my business card. Business card? Can you say dork?
"Cool." He takes it from me. "Another?" Referring to my beer. I still have a full glass.
"I'm good thanks."
"Nice meeting you." He nods. "Name's Alex." Offering a hand.
"Conner." Taking it. "Give me a call. I could really do something spectacular with that." Motioning to his arm. Nodding his understanding he moves on. Russell turns to me pulling down his sleeve.
"You done pimping out your work?" He teases.
"Just be glad I put that on you." I joke back.
"Believe me I am. Who's that babe checking you out?"
"Where?" I follow his eyes to the same woman as before.
"Dunno. She's probably looking at you."
"Well I'm going to give her something to look at." He suggests. "Get ready for a good show." He peels off his shirt and walks off to the stage.
After looking over at the vampire vixen once more I turn my attention toward the stage. The guys begin the show. I sit at the bar and watch the crowd gather. People thrashing around, singing along with the music. I'm starting to feel pretty good as I finish off my beer. Another is immediately placed before me. I look at Chad, the bartender, questioningly. He points over to the Bride of Dracula. I give her an appreciating nod. Smiling she winks back.
I'm a little unnerved. I am not used to having women hit on me so boldly. I'm not much to look at. 5'10", short brown hair, green eyes. My tattoos are the only extraordinary part of my appearance. Right now they are covered. Just a hint of the serpents tail on my right arm peaking out of my sleeve.
At the shop they flirt but mainly to try to get a discount. It doesn't work with me. I'm a hard ass. I don't care how hot you are. I have even had women offer blow jobs. I'll admit I've given into it once or twice but now that I am with Kayla I restrain myself.
I shift my attention back to my friends on stage. They are launching into 'Where Eagles Dare.' "I ain't no god damn son of a bitch." I mouth along with the rest of the crowd. Not actually singing the words. I suddenly feel a cool breath on my neck, making the hairs stand on end. As they go right into 'Some kinda Hate." I turn on my stool to see her beside me. My eyes immediately drawn to her breasts popping out of the top of her dress.
"Connor." I manage to choke out, not able to remove my eyes from the silky smooth orbs bubbling over the top of her corset.
"I know. My name is Vivian."
"It's a pleasure." Finally able to look up into her blue eyes. "Vampire?" I ask stupidly as I look at those luscious lips, fangs barely protruding below her top lip.
