Leah Moore ❤

                              dirty fingers, smudges all over her face and overall, a wrench stationed against her hip next to many other tools in the belt she wore daily and then some. all the signs to spot a mechanic were there. as much as a vehicle present she was working on. a ford thunderbird from ‘57, a beaut if you asked her. a car she’d been spending time fixing for almost a year now. it was slow but fun project and she wanted to deliver well. to anyone who was interested, if she didn’t decide keep it herself. once she found herself in a flow, jackie wasn’t one to be disturbed easily, not even by the ringing phone at the desk, but the rumbling engine of a bike never ceased to spark her attention. at the question her assistant got thrown her way, jackie decided to not keep them up for long. ‘’well, you’re askin’ something there. i don’t know, do i have an open spot, richy?’’ jackie knew her schedule well, even better than the computer that kept all her appointments pinned. ‘’just messin’ with ya, what can i do for ya? what asshole have you pissed off to have left your bike in such a state?’’

Leah looks at the woman, the one obviously in charge here. A smile appeared at the sight, she couldn’t help her wandering eyes from taking her in. As the other talked she made sure to not let her gaze wander too much. So she looked at her bike for a long moment, “Well. I just bought it. It’s in a wonderful state, besides the paint job. They said something about the bike in the garage while there was a party and it ended up like this.” She said, “But it’s an absolutely wonderful bike, my old bike didn’t drive like this one and the sound!” It was obvious that Leah was absolutely taken with the bike she had just bought. “It would be great if you could give it a new paint job, maybe oil it up a little if necessary.” A flirtatious smile appeared, “can I leave my baby with you?, in your capable hands?” A brow rose in a playful manner.

after a long shift at the hospital, she should have gone home and showered before winding down on her own, so going to one of the closest bars was not her finest idea while in a bad mood. thankfully she’d changed out of her scrubs at work, so she looked halfway decent. when someone approaches her, she sighs and rubs at the back of her neck, “no, the seat’s not taken, unfortunately,” she snaps before taking a long pull from her beer bottle. she was good at keeping to herself, so when she goes out…a rarity that it is, she doesn’t exactly have many people she’s gotten friendly with.

sighing, she looks up at the television before rubbing at her eyes, “i apologise for snapping. it’s been a very…very long fucking day.” her body was exhausted to the point of her probably getting sick in the next couple of days. “i would love for you to sit beside me while i drink to the point of distraction.” // @ridereblogs​

It was rare that Leah had a few days off, it was even rarer to see her at a bar, but she hadn’t felt like drinking alone after the fight she had with her ex. So she went to the bar close to the hospital. She knew that one, she had been there a few times before. What she didn’t expect or want was someone who had an attitude towards her. 

She was looking at some art for in her small cottage and just couldn’t find what she had been looking for. She wanted something else, not something that could be found in every home. On her search, she had heard about a local girl who painted and she was now going to check her work out.

The weekend was usually the busiest time for the Tattoo Artist. She’d amassed quite a following from her instagram, as well as people who’d travel far and wide to get her artwork on their body. Her home shop was a place in Brooklyn, but the Parisan was much more nomad than someone who could sit still. She wanted to give her daughter the best parts of the world and make her the most well rounded human. That to MJ meant travelling. Since her work wasn’t tied to one place she made it a habit of taking up residency in shops around the country, this one happened to be in Texas. 

Sitting at her station sketching out some options for clients she had lined up the rest of the week her gaze glanced upwards. A slow smile spread on the womans perfectly painted lips. She had a welcoming aura that engulfed her and those around her. Despite her exterior she was warm and gentile, not the type of person someone might find inside a tattoo parlor. Setting her pencil and sketch pad aside her art didn’t go unnoticed. A familiar sheen of silver led laced the outside of her left hand. 

“Ah, Mon amor what can I do for you today?” She asked with a bright smile.

Leah saw how busy MJ had been the entire day and decided to drop in when it seemed a little calmer. A tattoo artist here was certain to have enough work, a lot of residents had tattoos after all. It was a way of showing others about yourself, of having art on your body. A lot of people wouldn’t guess she had a big piece on her thigh, well, a lot of people that didn’t know her well wouldn’t guess she had a motorbike either.

“I wanted to thank you for touching up my tattoo so wonderfully and wondered if you could help me out with something else.” She took a seat and watched the other for a bit, “only if this is a good time of course. I can come back at a later time if that’s more suitable for you?” An easy smile appeared on her lips when she saw what the other had been drawing, “that’s amazing!” She exclaimed eyes moving to the sketch pad to signal what she was talking about.

Hello all, it’s Raven here ready to write with you all! My friend recommended this group to me and it does seem really great here, so I’m very excited!!! I hope you all like my babe!