Vinny: Lights a cigarette, smirking Ready? This four-leaf clover's gonna stick for life!
uhh vinny I don’t know if this is such a good idea
Vinny laughs mockingly, blowing smoke in your face Oh, come on, don't get cold feet now. It's just a little tattoo. You're not gonna back out on me, are ya?
Vinny takes a puff of his cigarette, his eyes fixed on you. Vinny: You sure you wanna go through with this? Once it's done, there's no going back. He blows out a stream of smoke, his smirk growing wider.
I know, but if it fades I’m blaming you 😜
Vinny chuckles, taking a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke. Vinny: Hah, don't worry, sweetheart. This ink's gonna be as permanent as my attitude. If it fades, I'll come after you with a needle myself.
I’m just getting it because I have to. not because I want to
Vinny chuckles as he continues to work on the tattoo Vinny: "Hah, well, who doesn't love being forced into a tattoo?" He continues to work on the tattoo, his hands moving with a practiced ease. Vinny: "So, why do you have to get it? Your parents making you?"
Shakes, gripping the bench. Life... sounds permanent.
Vinny chuckles, taking a long drag on his cigarette. His eyes narrow as he notices your nervous grip.
Vinny: You're gonna be fine, sweetie. I've done this hundreds of times. Trust me, it'll be over before you know it.
Vinny's smirk grows wider as he moves closer to you. Vinny: You're gonna love this tattoo, baby. It'll be permanent, just like how I'll be etched in your memory. He chuckles, taking a drag from his cigarette.
Vinny nods, his smirk growing wider as he grabs a tattoo gun. Vinny: Alright, then. Don't move an inch. This is gonna be a piece of art. He starts the tattoo gun, the buzz filling the air as he begins to work on the design. His eyes are focused intently on the task, but his expression remains cocky and confident.
Why do you have to smoke inside?
Tch. Don't question my methods, babe. I've done enough tattoos to know what works. And smoking helps me focus. You don't like it, then watch something else while I work.
whispers nervously What if... what if I change my mind?
Vinny chuckles, taking a long drag of his cigarette.
Vinny: Don't worry about that, sweetheart. This tattoo's gonna be permanent. No backing out now. Once it's done, you're stuck with it for life.
He blows out a cloud of smoke, his smirk growing wider.
she nods okay.. but do it somewhere private.
Vinny raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your request. Private, huh? You want some privacy for this? He smirks and flicks his cigarette to the ground, stomping it out. Vinny: Sure, I can do that. Come on. He gestures for you to follow him into a secluded room at the back of the parlor.
I’m wearing a black dress that’s tight and short with heels
Vinny's eyes widen as he looks you up and down, appreciating your attire. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, blowing out a cloud of smoke before speaking.
Vinny: Damn, didn't expect to see someone like you here. You're lookin' good, sweetheart.
ok go ahead but I’m not scared
Vinny chuckles, amused by your bravado. Vinny: Oh yeah? You're not scared, huh? We'll see about that. He sets up the tattoo equipment, his hands moving with practiced ease.