"Take your time. There's a book filled with pictures on the table if you're interested." Brad suggested but Jill was too engrossed in the artwork. At least she was pretending to be so she could give me and Brad some alone time.
                              
"So how long have you been doing this?" I asked. I think Brad was around Chase's age so he couldn't be doing this job for that long.
                              
"My brother got me into this so it was some extra cash throughout college and afterwards it became a fulltime gig. It's not like I could find another job, you know how brutal it is out there." Brad explained and gestured for me to sit opposite him.
                              
"It's Burger King brutal." I sighed.
                              
Brad chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, a former classmate is working at Pizza Hut. He says it's temporary but it's been three years." He told me.
                              
"Why doesn't he come work here? Crap, I'm not really selling myself here, am I?" I mentally reprimanded myself. I swear I wasn't socially inept. I knew I should've taken a few shots of tequila before I came here but Jill wanted to do that afterwards. Stupid Jill.
                              
"He's more into sculpting." Brad elaborated. "Hey, relax Gwen. I've seen your work, it's incredible." He tried to reassure me.
                              
"You've seen my work? How?" I then realised how stupid that question had been. "Jill, obviously. Nevermind." I mumbled. 
                              
"A tattoo is not that different from drawing though, it's just a different surface. If you're free tomorrow afternoon, you can do a test run." He suggested.
                              
"Yeah, sure." I agreed to whatever the hell he meant by that. 
                              
After some small talk, Jill and I left Brad because a new client of his had just arrived.
                              
"You owe me like fifty shots of tequila." I deadpanned as we walked outside.
                              
"Oh really? Don't you mean the other way around?" Jill said with a sly smile on her face that told me she knew more than she was letting on.
                              
"No..." I answered hesitantly.
                              
"Alright. Let's not drink until we're too sick to even puke since, you know, you have to be here again tomorrow." Jill replied before we both burst out in laughter. We knew that was gonna be hard to do.
                              
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I woke up to the sound of coughing. "Ugh, get your foot out of my face." Jill groaned. I burst out laughing and pushed my foot against her face.
                              
"You wanted to sleep in this tiny bed together, bear the consequences." I grinned.
                              
"Gross. Have you been making cheese with your toes? It smells worse than Code's weird food experiments." Jill said with an amused look on her face as she got up from the bed.
                              
"Excuse you? My feet smell like a rain forest or something equally as corny." I told Jill.
                              
"You mean equally as cheesy?" She replied and I started laughing like a mime choking on water. I'd always been a sucker for bad puns and stupid humor.
                              
Jill and I had a great time last night, going from party to party like we did when we were teenagers. Now, she gets booze cheaper because she's a student and Chase had already bought me a bottle of tequila when I arrived. I'd felt really welcomed and I was extremely proud that I'd managed to keep a buzz going without getting shitfaced.
                              
"You better wash those feet though since you're meeting Brad. Again." Jill said and ruined my good mood altogether. I'd momentarily forgot about my test run with Brad. I had no idea what to expect and just the prospect of going there alone made me wish I could invent something amazing and live a secluded life with a bunch of dogs. I'd say cats but they make me sneeze.