Of ink and petals (Jasico)
“Thanks, Jason!” Jason’s last appointment of the day walked out, and Jason finally allowed himself to sit down and relax.
Jason had been a tattoo artist for about six years now. It used to be small little ones that he could make for you for a few dollars, but now he could do huge ones that took several different appointments to finish.
He would just stay open for another hour, in case someone came in and wanted to book an appointment, or get a smaller one done that day.
About thirty minutes to closing time, the store bell rang as someone entered. Jason swiveled around in his swivel chair (A gift from Thalia, since he really enjoyed these things too much,) to face a rather cute guy.
He was wearing an aviator jacket with a few embroidered things on it, (Jason couldn’t see what they were,) black skinny jeans, and a black shirt underneath. He also looked incredibly nervous.
“Hi, I’m Jason. How can I help you?”
The guy jumped at being talked to, but once he caught his bearings, he cleared his throat. “I was wondering if I could get a small tattoo.”
Jason grinned. “Then you’ve come to the right place. What would you like your tattoo to be?”
“Well, I was hoping for the name Bianca, that was...my sister. And maybe with a forget-me-not with it?”
“Yeah, that’d be great. However, I’m going to have to practice drawing the Forget-Me-Nots in order to make it perfect.” Jason started thinking. It’d be best to copy actual flowers, sure, but worse comes to worse…
“I, um. I have a flower shop? You could stop by and practice drawing them?”
Jason grinned. “Perfect. Where are you?”
“Oh, my place is down the street. Persephone’s Underworld.” The guy looked to be...blushing? Was that right?
“Great, I’ll be over there tomorrow,” Jason said. He only had two (though large) appointments the next day, so there was that. “And before you leave, what’s your name?”
“I’m Nico,” Nico said. He hesitated for a moment before clearing his throat again (Jason noticed he did that when he was nervous. It was actually pretty cute). “Also, when, um. After the tattoo...would you like to get coffee or something sometime?”
Jason was sure he was blushing. “I’d love to.” He slid a form out of the side paper holder out and over to Nico. (Piper had always teased him for that one. ‘You’re the only tattoo guy ever to make your appointments fill out a freaking form, you know that, right?’.) “I’m going to need your phone number as well. It says on the form, but also as like a...personal thing.”
Nico grinned, and it was like the sun waking up. “Yeah, um. Go ahead and use it for ‘personal things’.”
“Also, if you don’t mind me asking...what’s on your jacket? The designs, I mean?”
Nico blushed as he looked down at the form. “They’re roses. I thought I’d wear my lucky jacket today, and um. I guess it worked.”
And, well, if Jason blushed more than the average person right then....well, it wasn't anyone’s business, now was it?