"Hey, Ron," Amadahy chirped as she entered the tattoo parlor. The skinny, ink covered storeowner wheeled around to face the goth beauty.

"New work?" He asked, grabbing the file of papers from her pale hand.

"Yes," she answered, "The usual." Amadahy followed him to the back, where he sat down and started checking out the pictures.

"Looks like another one hundred each," he said, nodding. He could always count on her for good work.

"Ron?"

"Yeah, what is it?"

"Only allow black ink for these," she said sternly. Lately, he had not been respecting her art.

"Yes, ma'am," he mumbled. He reached under his chair and unlocked the safe. "Eight hundred sound right?"

"Close enough." Amadahy counted the money he handed her, then stuffed it in her bra.

"Argh!" Someone in the other room was complaining. The vampiress laughed.

"Hurt more than she thought," Ron chuckled.

{ hehe I used to work in a tattoo parlor, this is right up my alley }

Nardo stepped into the parlor with a look of determination chiseled onto his rugged face. He peered over the front counter and raised an eyebrow. Hm. No Jett, he thought to himself. He stood back up straight and adjusted the sleeve of his pin-stripped jacket. Suddenly from the room where all the magic happens, came a sore looking girl with a new piercing, ripe and bleeding through the bridge of her nose. Following close behind her was the piercer, Jett. Nardo's man. He turned to face him.

"That'll be 50 bones," Jett told the girl coldly, "Cash. We don’t have inter --"

Jett froze and stopped speaking when he saw Nardo. The two stood facing each other for a moment, motionless. Nardo lifted a hand to rub his scruffy chin.

"Jett." he said calmly. "Aren't you even gonna clean the girl up? I guess not. You were always one to be messy with your line of work, whatever that may be.” He spoke this sentence with much contempt in his deep and raspy voice.

Jett seemingly gained a sudden boost of confidence, and he strolled up to Nardo, planting himself directly in front of him. “Look, Nardo. I’m at work, I’ve got a new job now. I don’t need you--” And with that, he took off. Began to run, directly out the front door. Nardo ran his tongue along his teeth.

“Bad idea, buddy.” he muttered, turning to the back of the building. He could see a ways down the hall, two people. A man and a woman. He called to them. “Hey! Either of you’s know that fuck’s last name? Or first name for that matter. Jett. Who names their kid Jett.” As the sentence progressed, his voice got lower and lower and eventually he was only mumbling to himself.

Amadahy frowned. "Jett is his real name," she answered, walking back to the front of the shop. "I think he's last name is Elmore. I have his number, too. Loser tried to get me to send the night at his place once."

Ron locked up the safe and went to the front. "Don't kill the man. Unless you have someone else to take his job. He's messy, but he gets the job done." He took one look at the sore customer and laughed. "Come back here with me. I'll get you cleaned up."

The girl nodded, her hands on her face. Ron disappeared with her behind a curtain. Amadahy turned to Nardo. "What's that about? Have a bone to pick?" She asked with a smirk on her face.

Claudia Basarshi had been in Demaitre now for about a month or so, and she had been given infomationt hat there was a tattoo parlour around some were.

Claudia had found were it was and as she was walking up towards it a big fat fellow ran strait into her, Claudia being a small petite women was knocked strait off her feat, landing on her bum in a big crash.

"OI, di.ckhead watch were your going!" Claudia was angerd by the stupid man , but soons tood up aagin and started to walk towards the parlour.

From the out side it looked small and Claudia had its douts, but she walked in any ways to have a look, "Any one in here?" She called out.

"No one important!" Amadahy replied to the girl who just entered. She chuckled. Her eyes analyzed the visitor.

Another vampire?

"Did you happened to see a guy dash out of here? Which direction did he go?" Her tone revealed she was just asking to strike up a conversation. She had no interest in the man.

"Ewww!" The gothic vampiress could hear the hurt costumer in the back. Apparently, the nose peircing did not turn out like she thought it would.

Amadahy grinned.

Claudia smiled and nodded, "yea some jerk ran strait into me, maybe thats your fella" Claudia smilled and nodded at her, "Whats going on back there?"

"A chick got her nose pierce. The guy that ran out of here was the one who did the work. He did a poor job, and the girl's nose was bloody. He didn't even clean it up. Jerk," Amadahy replied. She clicked her tongue ring against her teeth.

"I'm Amadahy. And you are?"

Claudia walked over in her perfect balanced walk, and extended her hand, they shook there hands breifly and claudia replied, !My name is Claudia Basarshi." she smiled and then thort about the poor girl "Thats shameful you know, poor girl must be deverstated!" Claudia went to peer in.

"Yes, truely." Amadahy glanced at the curtain that divided the rooms. "Are you going to spy on her? I would be surprised if she has changed her mind about the whole thing."

The goth pulled back the red sheet with a pale hand and looked inside. The customer was sitting in a chair, holding her nose. Ron was setting up his personal tools.

"What? Another one?" Amadahy stood in the doorway with her mouth open in surprise.

"No, a tattoo this time," he replied. He shook his head.

Claudia peared in, she smiled and giggled in pure delite, "do you enjoy pain or something?", Claudia back tracked and started to look around at what she could have done, she noticed nothing she liked.

Claudia turned and started to walk towards the door till she ehard a deep manly voice, "Hey babe, these are some new tattoe's if you wonna check some of these out.?" Claudia turnedaround and walked over and took the papers from the mans hand, she ponderd frew them, not knowing that they were Amadahy's drawing, she picked out a gorgeos Gothic Ankh, and the man smilled ill do it after this young lady.

Claudia sat down on the chair of corse being as sexy as allways, not trying to be big head but of corse she was a big head, she looked at Amadahy and whisperd "So your a vampire?"

"Yes, I am a vampire. Though Nightlife has been dull, lately. Feeding at clubs is becoming old. Quickly." Amadahy frowned, her back leaned against a wall. Her expression simple. The girl was bored.

"If you want, you may join me at the clubs tonight. I want to fed. Maybe it will be more fun with someone else," Amadahy said. Inviting other vampires on her nights out was not normal.

Ron wasn't even paying attention to what they were saying. Amadahy had been acting like a vampire for quite awhile. Ron just blew it off as "acting". Just a trend. Vampires couldn't possible be real in his world. The girl was just wierd.

"So, what do you say? Want to go clubing tonight or not?" Amadahy clicked her tongue ring, again.

Claudia was pretty much, a loner, she had never been clubing mind due going out clubing with some one, but she giggled a bit as an act of inocence, "Yes, why not what can go wrong" she smiled at Amadahy, and then the girl walked out fromt he back and out of the door in alot of pain, and Ron came out and said "I can do that ankh for you now."

Claudia followed Ron frew to the back, and he sat her down on a chair, "Were do you wont it then, babe" Claudia didnt liked being called "babe" but it seemed fine for Ron to say it, she pointed towards her back and ron made her lye down, Amadahy walked into the back and sat down on a seat, claudia didnt realy mind.

Ron picked up a black ink pen and drew the shape onto claudia back, Claudia not yet sahowing any signs of pain in this yet, after finnishing drawing it he picked up the black ink needle, and started to pierce the skin, as Amadahy was right in thinkning it wouldnt hurt claudia.

How 'bout the White Mice? Heard of it? It might be fun." Amadahy watched as Ron drew on Claudia. She loved the way ink flowed onto flesh. "Don't mess up, Ron. Or she'll suck you dry!"

She let out a hard laugh, finding it amusing that Ron had no idea that both girls could easily take his life. She winked at Claudia. "Maybe Ron can come with us! That would be interesting."

Of course, she wouldn't bring him. But she entertained the idea.

"Oh how id love a bit of this hunky man!" both girls gave out a giggled in the on going joke, "Now ladies there isnt enouth of me to go around. " Ron quikly retaliated, "Plus my manlyness would over power you!2 Ron kept on going to try and insult them, but they all leaughed.

"Yea the white mice club sounds fine, im shore i can thind my way there no worries." Claudia smiled starting to forget that Ron was doing her tattoo, but he soon finished dressing it with some cotton wool not mutch good it did, she wasnt even bleeding.

"Fine. Then we'll met there, tonight. Sunset." Amadahy nodded and turned around. She had some shopping to do.

I'm going hunting. How come I still feel so human?

The Wild One put her hand on the door, ready to push, before she turned and faced Claudia. "Dress for the occasion, my friend!" She blurted. Then, she dissappeared into the night.

((ooc: You can start the new topic at the club. I'll meet you there.))