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"Where's your ticket?" Hadyn asked, unmoving from his position behind the desk. He maintained his withering glare at the man across the room, just as he was the day before. Alex sighed, pushing through the door as she mentally prepared herself for the man's douchey-ness about to ensue, yet...

"Wait here," Alex instructed Robin, before heading back upstairs to confirm her suspicions. Sure enough, the cocky bastard from yesterday was in the lobby of the studio, and Hadyn was asking for his ticket, just like yesterday had played out. Alex stepped away from the peephole, sighing and...

Just like the day before (although with some rather obvious alterations along the way), Alex entered the studio, Robin hopefully not very far behind as she nodded to Hadyn as the two of them entered the lower levels of the underground parlor. As it turned out, it wasn't unusual for Robin to tag...

"Uh... sure," she responded slowly, "I do have clients today, so maybe try to be quiet when I'm working," she added on as an afterthought. "Let's get going, in that case." Thus, she lead the way to the underground studio.

"Take your umbrella just in case," she told him, throwing on a sweatshirt, checking the time on her watch. "Well, I need to get going. Are you headed to the expo?"

"Ink prototypes. Did you not hear me yesterday?" Alex asked, seemingly slightly annoyed. "Are you sure you didn't drink too much last night?"

"Um, no?" Alex replied, washing the dishes as deja-vu overtook her for a moment. "Did you?" "Well, nevermind. I'll see you at lunch, hopefully our team's presentation will be over before then."

"I'm allowed to fawn over cute girls if I want to," Alex grumbled, mostly to herself in protest. It sounded a bit childish coming from her, amplified by the fact that she already had a girlfriend.

"It's fine," she waved him off dismissively, "I had annoying heteros to deal with all day, so I know how you feel. Some off-day, huh?" She took a sip of her coffee, twirling a gel pen expertly in her free hand. "So." The tattoo artist now wore a cunning, fox-like smirk. Robin would know the...

After finishing up with work and the presentation for modified ink at the expo, Alex had taken a table for two at the restaurant, waiting on Robin's arrival. She was currently sipping on a soda when her phone went off. She briefly stepped outside and answered it quickly. "Hello?" The tattoo...

"In a bit. Just tell me about yourself." Alex replied, making her way inside her portion of the studio, holding the door for him. "I like to know a little about my clients before we start. Just a little introduction, then we can talk your ink."

"X will be your artist today," Hadyn mentioned as he unlocked the door behind him, letting both the man and Alex into the real studio. It wasn't long until the door closed behind them again, leaving the two alone to descend. Alex took the lead, taking off her glasses as she folded and hung them...

"I know we run a difficult business, but is there no way we could make an exception?" Alex asked Hadyn, taking a glance at her schedule. "I have no appointments today, so it should be fine, N.." "Fine. Just this once, though." Hadyn amended roughly, sliding a clipboard in the man's direction...

"I think you misunderstand," Hadyn replied, narrowing his eyes at the client. "Our artists work tight schedules. Surely you're smart enough to figure that not every ink studio does walk-ins on the fly." Alex had finished a few of her sketches, and decided to head up to take a little breather -...

Eyeris Ink Studios was perhaps the most infamous tattoo parlor around, and as such, it was home to perhaps the most famous underground tattoo artist in the States. This was common information, at least to seasoned clients and tattoo artists alike. So it shouldn't have been a surprise that the...

With that, Alex prayed to some obscure god out there that none of Robin's co-workers gave him too much shit for the delay, and headed out the door. Luckily, the tattoo parlor was just down the block from their apartment, nevermind that the entire establishment was actually underground. Checking...

"Start simple, for one thing," Alex cut him off with a gentle but firm tone, washing her hands in the sink. "I understand the desire in branching out and learning cool things, but there's no shame in sticking to what you know." She turned to look at him with a knowing glance. "I obviously don't...

"Robin..." she groaned, standing up to wash her dish. "Please tell me you're kidding. You can't just keep slacking off like this.."

"Yeah? Fine. Sit down and eat, though." She paused, taking a sip of her coffee. "I won't be at the expo until later in the day. I have work this morning - probably won't meet with you until lunch, at the latest." She glanced down at her sleeves of body art, heaving a slight sigh. "That reminds...

"Don't make me throw out your crepes," she called to him, lethargically cutting into her own stack. "Don't make me. I will do it, you know!"