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have this conversation every week. Mainly because she can’t keep her fucking legs shut. “You don’t need to design him anything, he’s bringing it in with him so you can go get coffee and breakfast or whatever.” Waving a dismissive hand at her and scooting back into the cushiness of the office chair, I drag myself to where my area of the shop is and start getting the colour out that Roofie wanted and to lay the needle next to the tattoo gun for when he arrives. I hear the bell above the door chime and the loud groan from Gemma, I’m also pretty sure I heard her head hit the desk too.
    “Car? I’ll be back with coffee.” She hightails it out of the shop before Roofie has even said a word.
    “Come on back, Roofie. Did you bring the design?” He hands me the design and I quickly sort out the stencil, listening to the whir of the machine as the paper slides through.
    It only takes ten minutes for me to shave the area and apply the stencil, the ten minutes are filled with awkward silence that doesn’t make my job easy.
    “What’s Gemma’s problem?” Roofie’s voice sounds loud in the quietness of the building, and it startles me a little as I was concentrating putting the needle in the gun.
    “Do you really need me to answer that question for you, Roofie? Or are you really that dumb?” There’s no love lost between us two. I never really understood him and vice versa. I never bothered trying either after him and Gemma had raging sex in the apartment while I was home.
    “Good point. But, hear me out.” He pauses to look at my reaction before continuing, “She knew the score. One-night of good fun and a shit load of alcohol.”
    “You really don’t remember do you?” Shaking my head, I get started on his tattoo after applying some Vaseline to the area. The noise of the gun fills the air and I delicately go over the area. Once my foot leaves the pedal and I’m cleaning the end of the needle, I continue. “You told her to fuck off out of her own apartment because, and I quote, ‘your pussy isn’t made of gold so I don’t need another round, fuck off so I can find someone else.’ You didn’t even realise you weren’t at your own place. I had to call Jase to come drag your sorry arse out of there before Gemma caused grievous bodily harm. Now can you understand why the fuck she hates you?” I frown up at him and I watch his face as it slightly pales, kind of to the same colour has his light blonde hair. For a tanned man, he can certainly turn quite the shade when he pales.
    “Shit. I didn’t even know that happened. Fuck. I would blame it on alcohol but isn’t that what everyone says when they make a mistake?” He hangs his head and I notice the war he’s battling by the way his muscles have tensed and by the way he’s biting his lip with indecision.
    “Surprised Jase never told you. We told him what happened and he was pretty pissy with you. Yeah, I blame the alcohol for what happened that night, but you hurt Gemma pretty bad. She isn’t as tough as everyone thinks she is. She’s as soft as butter really.” He stays silent so I carry on with his tattoo. The silence stretches until I’ve finished and he just slams the cash on the counter before leaving. Moments later, Gemma comes storming through the front door with coffees and a carrier bag in tow. The thunderous look on her face tells me her good mood from this morning has well and truly gone.
    “What’s wrong with you? You didn’t even have to talk to him.” My eyes are firmly on the coffees in her hand, wishing them to come to me without having to snatch them out of her hands.
    “I had to see him. That was enough.” Blowing out a breath of frustrated air, she finally hands me a coffee and places the bag on behind the counter. “All I want from him is a fucking apology for what he said to me that night.”
    “Did it ever occur to you that he might not even remember what happened, Gem?” I say this softly, but the thunderous look