It was a quiet afternoon at Gambino’s Ink tattoo parlor, and Jimmy Gambino, the owner, was bored out of his mind as he cleaned some supplies in the back storage room. He had nothing to do really other than a few tats a day and even that got boring after a while. He sighs and goes back to cleaning up the back room, when the bell on the door rang, signifying that somebody has just entered the parlor. Whoever it was had decided to walk up to his desk and tap his buzzer to get his attention. They tapped it a few more times, irritating Jimmy as he quickly put up the cleaning materials.
Jimmy: Yeah yeah, hold on a sec! I’ll be right with ya! (Mutters under his breath) Fuckin’ impatient bastard! Can’t wait another five fuckin’ minutes for a goddamn needle in his arm!
Jimmy walked out of the backroom and up to his desk, but to his annoyance, no one was there in the parlor. He looked around, and still saw no one.
Jimmy: For cryin’ out loud, as if I don’t have enough shit to deal with without some asshole fucking around with me!
Jimmy storms over to the door and looks outside for whoever it was that had come in, muttering a few cusswords and death threats the entire time. He doesn’t see anyone, so he locks the door.
????: Hello Jimmy.
Jimmy screams as he quickly turns around and comes face to face with Syn, who looked back at Jimmy in amusement. Syn adjusted his hoodie slightly, to where Jimmy could see his eyes and mouth, before giving the man a dark smile.
Syn: One of these days Jimmy, you're going to give yourself a heart attack with the panic attacks that you send yourself into.
Jimmy placed a hand over his heart as he rose a shaking hand and pointed accusingly at Syn.
Jimmy: WHY!?! Why do you do that every time you come here!?! And How do you get in!?
Normally, Jimmy would be petrified at the idea of yelling at Syn, but Syn had, for what felt like the thousanth time since he had known him, managed to get inside of his Tattoo Parlor without making any noise. It was as annoying as it was scary to know that the man was capable of getting in and out without a sound to give him away; but it was the same Reason that the two were "Business Associates" in the first place. Syn merely gave Jimmy and eerie smile as Jimmy attempted to calm himself down.
Syn: I'm afraid it's a trade secret, Jimmy. But enough about my hobbies for now.
Jimmy shook his head at the evasive answer, before shifting into business mode.
Jimmy: Alright, so what can I do ya for?
Syn slowly walked over to one of the chairs and circled it for a moment, before looking up at Jimmy
Syn: Well, I was hoping that it was not too much trouble to ask if you could, uh, improve upon one of my tattoos. It happens to be the first one that I recieved, and I want to see it done better than it previously was.
Jimmy thinks on this for a moment, before he nods and motions for Syn to show him the tattoo. Syn turns away from Jimmy for a moment and slips his right arm out of the sleeve, and shows it to Jimmy, who whistles in appreciation at the design. It was two Dragons, spiraling down Syn's entire arm from the shoulder all the way down to the wrist. He could see where some of the design had been messed up, but it wouldn't take to long to fix.
Jimmy: Yeah, I can fix it. It'll only take a few minutes, too, o I won't charge you for the whole thing.
Syn nods and sits in the chair as Jimmy get his tools ready, before Jimmy began touching up on the flawed design. As he was working Jimmy started to make small conversation with Syn.
Jimmy: So, you're working with this Bronko guy now, huh? Not that it's any of my business, but I thought you...uh...
Syn cut Jimmy off
Syn: Disliked working with people and hated society in general?
Jimmy nods
Jimmy: Yeah, that.
Syn: Oh, make no mistake about it, Jimmy. I do hate people. But a much as I dislike the thougth of having to allign myself with anyone, I also acknowledge that John McHenry simply holds too much power at the moment for me to do it alone. It isn't as if I've given them any information about me, or that we've become "Friends". It's an alliance of convinence.
Syn suddenly gives a wicked grin as Jimmy finishes up the designs.
Syn: And besides, with as many people that he has made enemies out of, why should I have all the fun? It would be rude of me to keep it all to myself.
Jimmy nodded absentmindedly as he looked over the design, then smirked in satisfaction at his handiwork.
Jimmy: True, true. Anyways, you're all done man. And I gotta say, it looks great on ya!
Syn looked down at his tattoo and insepcted it, before giving a satisfied nod of approval. He stood up and re-adjuested his hoodie, before paying Jimmy.
Syn: I thank you for your services, Jimmy. I'll keep in touch.
With that, Syn turned on his heel and walked back towards the direction of the door, leaving the parlor as the scene faded to back.
