Declan Burke

"I guess that depends on when you have time." He paused for a moment before adding, "Wait, you asked me to look at something and I just glossed over that. I'm sorry. Show me your thing."

"I have some time today to get that done. My appointment cancelled so I'm free until 5. Oh right, I was going to ask your opinion on this piece I'm doing for a client. They gave me creative freedom on this tiger tattoo."

Gabby signed her up very last minute but had somehow managed to pull her into this. Carina wouldn't say she was upset about it, because in the back of her mind she was starting to get lonely. A night out couldn't hurt and who knew what could come of it. Getting dressed was another story. Sitting there, she looks up at a familiar voice, and relaxes a little. "Yeah, truly. Are you number twenty eight then?" As he takes a seat, she chuckles, "Guess introductions aren't really in order here now are they."

"That would be me." He gestured to the number tag on his shirt. " mean technically I still don't know your name but I do like your taste in books. I'm Declan. I'm a tattoo artist at Fine Line and apparently don't get out much according to the people I work with."

“Oh good,” Archer sighed, relieved. “No, not here. Most of my tattoos were done in Malaysia. The one I need touched up was done at a place in Bushwick.” Despite being much older, his bejalai were much less faded than the shark on his ankle.

"Gotcha. That shouldn't be a problem. When were you looking to get the work done?"

Hell yeah. *He slides her his notebook with this sketch* What do you think? I was going to add some shading here and here. *he points to where on the sketch*

"Oh great. Lucky even. God, that just reminded me of Gary. Dude's so picky, I die a little each time I see his name come up." Pax laughs lightly.

"Oh yeah I refuse to work for him anymore after he made me re-sketch his dragon tattoo three times, changed his placement multiples and then complained so much while doing it.