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grin. “If you’re charging
admission to watch you get your ink, I want my cut of the dough.”
    “You Evan?”
 Henry says, walking over and shaking his hand.
    “As long as you
aren’t sayin’ I have a court date, a baby momma, or the dick drip then, yeah,
that’s me.” He says with a nod. “I take it one of you is Hunter Chesterfield?”
    “That’s me.”
Hunter chimes in, bumping Evan’s fist, “You the mind behind all the madness
around here?”
    Evan nods, “Yep,
this is my shop.  Let’s get you set up so I can get to it.  According
to the sketch that you had sent over, you’re talkin’ a couple hours of work.”
    Daisy and
Grayson are lost in the frames of artwork in the corner, so I follow Evan and
Hunter over to the station while Henry stays by the front of the shop.
 Probably to assume his badass pose against a wall somewhere.  Hunter
wastes no time explaining the placement for rest of the design to the arm
sleeve he wants finished up.  Evan opens a FED-EX box, giving his opinion
on the details and colors, while assembling a tattoo gun on the counter.
    “So, I get to
pop the cherry on that bad bitch?” Hunter says, pointing to the gun once it’s
assembled and hooked up. “I know you didn’t order a whole new gun just because
I’m special.”
    Evan smirks, “My
last gun was a casualty of a great night with a fuckin’ beautiful chick that
came in for a tattoo a few nights ago, but that’s a story for another time and
a few beers.”
    “Holy shit!”
Hunter exclaims, bouncing in the seat. “Did you fuck a chick with a gun?
 I thought I had done everything!”
    Evan just shakes
his head. “Nah, I just used it for...stimulation.  It was without the
needle of course.  Still a hell of a ride.”
    I look at the
gun in disbelief, then back at Evan.  Who would come up with an idea like
that?  “That’s a few hundred easy for a good gun...  Was it worth the
gungasm?”
    Evan laughs as
he places the outline along Hunter’s arm. “Bro, it’s always worth it, as long
as it’s done right.”  
    After shooting
the shit with Evan, while he works, I find out he’s ex-Marines and hilarious.
 He tells us stories of some crazy ass ink he has put on some really
stupid people who didn’t think it through.  Which amuses the hell out of
me because I control everything, down to my tatts.  Having sketched every
piece of ink on my body, personally.  
    “I tell them all
to think before they ink.” He says with a shrug. “They put the money in my
hand; I’m not the one who has to wear that shit for life.” He laughs, wiping
some ink off Hunter’s arm.
    “Yo, holy shit!
 You’re Hunter motherfuckin’ Chesterfield!” A shout makes me jerk in my
chair.
    “That’s what it
says on my birth certificate man.  What’s up?” Hunter says with a grin.
 Evan glares at the guy who is wearing a shirt like his, without all the
tears and a pair of cargo shorts.
    “Shaft is one of
my favorite bands, other than Thirty Ought Six.  My name’s Sean.” He says,
flopping into an empty chair.  A flash of a rooster on the side of his
calf makes Hunter laugh.
    “Do you have a rooster
on your leg?” I can't help asking, making Evan roll his eyes.
    Sean smiles,
“Yep.  How many people can say they have a cock below their knee?”
    “See,” Evan
tosses out, “Some people don’t think before they ink.”
    “I’d need it
tatted on my fuckin’ ankle!” Hunter laughs. “That’s right bitches, my cock sits
right against the inside of my ankle.  No need for boxers, I just tuck it
in my boot!"
    “Shaft?
 Hmm, I’ve heard of you guys.” Evan says, running a hand over his head.
“Think my brother Jameson mentioned you before.  He plays guitar for
Thirty Ought Six.”
    Daisy squeals,
peeking around the half wall meeting Evan's eyes with a huge grin. “Your
brother is Jameson Williams?  Oh, he’s so hot!  I love watching him
play, and his voice!”
    “What the fuck?”
Gray shouts from