Nah I'm really not in a party mood rn sorry babe. I've just got shit timing and was wondering if you could squeeze in a tat this afternoon? I'll help you pick an outfit after.
that's ok sweetie i always got time to squeeze you in for something you know that but i'll take you up on that outfit deal i got a few choices and i can't decide
you got it iβll leave the door unlocked so just come right on in when youβre here
[ she doesnβt worry about break-ins in the down β not when anyone who comes in by surprise would have to deal with her, bruce, hellboy, or a combination of all three. ]
[ Yeah, god help anybody who tries to rob that house. Drake's not worried either, and his twenty minute estimate is a little shy but not by much. He lets himself in and leaves his jacket and boots by the door as always, grabbing his phone and reference out of the pocket before wandering in and calling out to Harley playfully. ]
[ for the moment, the only one at home is harley herself β bruce has tagged along with the big guy to work at the spread eagle, which means she would normally feel a lot more stir-crazy than she does right now, but the thing about inviting friends over is that it can help a lot with that cooped-up mood.
naturally, harley glances up with a big grin from where she's currently hauled the tattoo machine downstairs into the living room, launching herself over the back of the sofa and then making a beeline straight for drake.
hope you're ready for an armful of harley, mister, because that's what you're getting, as harley throws herself at him for a big hug that sends her up onto her tiptoes to compensate for their height difference. and maybe she ends up hugging him a little longer than she needs to, squeezing him tight (and squeezing her body against his own). ] Mmmm. Hi, sweetie.
[ Harley only has to be on her tiptoes for a moment because Drake's arms wrap around her immediately, the warm squeeze she gets back lifting her off just slightly off the ground. It's a big strong hug, at least by human standards. ]
[ said muffled into the proximity of drake's very nice shoulder, which she does her best not to press into too deeply so she doesn't end up smearing her makeup on his shirt, but the stronger hug the better, at least in her mind.
eventually, she slides her way back down to her feet, her hands dropping down to rest in the crooks of his arms as she smiles up at him. ]
You're savin' me from a couple hours of boredom, at any rate. I was gonna start pre-gamin' for the party just to keep from tearin' my hair out.
Oh no, good thing I'm here. 'Cuz I like your hair on your head and need you sober for right now.
[ He leans down and steals a quick kiss, on the lips but otherwise very well behaved. They're law abiding doms, really, nobody saw anything happening at any secret underground designation bucking parties, what are you talking about? Were you there? Shut up. ]
Won't take long, though, then we can doll you up and have a drink?
Fair enough. Nobody wants a drunk tattoo, especially if it's the artist who's drinkin'.
[ as someone who thrives on little moments of affection, she's more than happy to return the kiss β but keeps it to a quick peck, because contrary to what most people might think, harley can be on her best behavior when she really wants to. then again, the fact that they're doing this at the warehouse and nowhere else could allow for a little more rule-breaking if either of them felt so inclined...
but for now, she's here to do a tattoo and that's something she is happy to set up for a friend. the machine's been lugged downstairs, and she's got two chairs next to it, along with a pair of fresh gloves to don once she's washed her hands. ] Good, 'cause I've narrowed it down to a handful of options and I'm gonna need your honest opinion. First things first, though, you can park it over there while I scrub up.
[ In his current state of mind it certainly wouldn't take much convincing... Drake always feels inclined. The only reason he behaves as much as he does is to protect his contract partners, and that situation has just gotten really complicated and depressing.
For now it just feels nice to be affectionate with someone he cares about. He nods agreeably, letting her slip away as he heads to sit by the machine.
When she comes back ready to glove up he's got a few photos out for her to look at, along with a scrap of thick textured paper that looks like it was torn from a sketchbook. ]
You've gotta help me figure out the where and how of this one, I only know the what.
Well, I guess for starters we better look at the real estate I got to work with.
[ there's a more pointed look she's wearing now as she gestures to him with the sweep of one hand, presumably in an effort to get him to strip off at least what's covering his upper half. she knows he has other ink on him already, so the trick now is mapping out everything that already exists and figuring out where to incorporate this new design β or deciding to put it somewhere wholly new. ]
And is it the kinda thing you want to be able to see easily, or does that part not really matter?
[ she slips on the gloves with the corresponding snap against one wrist, tilting her head slightly as her gaze rakes over him without any real signs of ogling β she's gone into tattooer mode now, so she can focus more on where best to add this new design to his skin. ]
[ Drake grins, setting his references down and pulling his shirt over his head -- it's largely unnecessary since he could've just rolled his sleeve up to do the part he knows he wants, but maybe Harley's got some better placement ideas for the others. Just as she's seen already, he's got numbers on each collarbone and more artistic pieces on both biceps. One a bear claw drawn in Celtic knotwork, the other a heart and clover. Then there's the flowing script along his ribs on the right side.
They're all plain black, bold but simple lines, and what he's about to describe to Harley fits with that aesthetic. With his shirt off she can see his engagement ring hanging from the chain around his neck -- he sifts through the photos and offers her one of a hand with thick black bands around the fingers. ]
I want a memorial band, but that looks like my ring. Maybe do it with like... negative space, that's what it's called, right?
[ When he holds up the ring he's wearing, she'll see it has an infinity knot design etched in the silver and stained black. ]
So all black except the knots? And then this, somewhere. Dunno where. I wanna be able to see it, though.
[ And he passes the scrap of sketchbook paper. In tight, neat handwriting, reads:
thank you. love you.
Drake has other pictures he hasn't shown her yet and a few more ideas for how to make it look complete and intentional, but he waits for her input on just this, first. The most important part. ]
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am i gonna see you there?
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I've just got shit timing and was wondering if you could squeeze in a tat this afternoon?
I'll help you pick an outfit after.
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i always got time to squeeze you in for something
you know that
but i'll take you up on that outfit deal
i got a few choices and i can't decide
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Don't suppose you've got a needle at home?
Or should I head to the shop first?
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so if you don't mind me setting up there then come on over
we'll have a lil more privacy than the shop
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Gimmie 20 to catch the elevator?
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iβll leave the door unlocked so just come right on in when youβre here
[ she doesnβt worry about break-ins in the down β not when anyone who comes in by surprise would have to deal with her, bruce, hellboy, or a combination of all three. ]
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[ Yeah, god help anybody who tries to rob that house. Drake's not worried either, and his twenty minute estimate is a little shy but not by much. He lets himself in and leaves his jacket and boots by the door as always, grabbing his phone and reference out of the pocket before wandering in and calling out to Harley playfully. ]
Marco!
[ Where are you set up, girl? ]
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naturally, harley glances up with a big grin from where she's currently hauled the tattoo machine downstairs into the living room, launching herself over the back of the sofa and then making a beeline straight for drake.
hope you're ready for an armful of harley, mister, because that's what you're getting, as harley throws herself at him for a big hug that sends her up onto her tiptoes to compensate for their height difference. and maybe she ends up hugging him a little longer than she needs to, squeezing him tight (and squeezing her body against his own). ] Mmmm. Hi, sweetie.
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[ Harley only has to be on her tiptoes for a moment because Drake's arms wrap around her immediately, the warm squeeze she gets back lifting her off just slightly off the ground. It's a big strong hug, at least by human standards. ]
How've you been, Harls?
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[ said muffled into the proximity of drake's very nice shoulder, which she does her best not to press into too deeply so she doesn't end up smearing her makeup on his shirt, but the stronger hug the better, at least in her mind.
eventually, she slides her way back down to her feet, her hands dropping down to rest in the crooks of his arms as she smiles up at him. ]
You're savin' me from a couple hours of boredom, at any rate. I was gonna start pre-gamin' for the party just to keep from tearin' my hair out.
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[ He leans down and steals a quick kiss, on the lips but otherwise very well behaved. They're law abiding doms, really, nobody saw anything happening at any secret underground designation bucking parties, what are you talking about? Were you there? Shut up. ]
Won't take long, though, then we can doll you up and have a drink?
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[ as someone who thrives on little moments of affection, she's more than happy to return the kiss β but keeps it to a quick peck, because contrary to what most people might think, harley can be on her best behavior when she really wants to. then again, the fact that they're doing this at the warehouse and nowhere else could allow for a little more rule-breaking if either of them felt so inclined...
but for now, she's here to do a tattoo and that's something she is happy to set up for a friend. the machine's been lugged downstairs, and she's got two chairs next to it, along with a pair of fresh gloves to don once she's washed her hands. ] Good, 'cause I've narrowed it down to a handful of options and I'm gonna need your honest opinion. First things first, though, you can park it over there while I scrub up.
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For now it just feels nice to be affectionate with someone he cares about. He nods agreeably, letting her slip away as he heads to sit by the machine.
When she comes back ready to glove up he's got a few photos out for her to look at, along with a scrap of thick textured paper that looks like it was torn from a sketchbook. ]
You've gotta help me figure out the where and how of this one, I only know the what.
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[ there's a more pointed look she's wearing now as she gestures to him with the sweep of one hand, presumably in an effort to get him to strip off at least what's covering his upper half. she knows he has other ink on him already, so the trick now is mapping out everything that already exists and figuring out where to incorporate this new design β or deciding to put it somewhere wholly new. ]
And is it the kinda thing you want to be able to see easily, or does that part not really matter?
[ she slips on the gloves with the corresponding snap against one wrist, tilting her head slightly as her gaze rakes over him without any real signs of ogling β she's gone into tattooer mode now, so she can focus more on where best to add this new design to his skin. ]
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They're all plain black, bold but simple lines, and what he's about to describe to Harley fits with that aesthetic. With his shirt off she can see his engagement ring hanging from the chain around his neck -- he sifts through the photos and offers her one of a hand with thick black bands around the fingers. ]
I want a memorial band, but that looks like my ring. Maybe do it with like... negative space, that's what it's called, right?
[ When he holds up the ring he's wearing, she'll see it has an infinity knot design etched in the silver and stained black. ]
So all black except the knots? And then this, somewhere. Dunno where. I wanna be able to see it, though.
[ And he passes the scrap of sketchbook paper. In tight, neat handwriting, reads:
thank you.
love you.
Drake has other pictures he hasn't shown her yet and a few more ideas for how to make it look complete and intentional, but he waits for her input on just this, first. The most important part. ]