Page 735 of Hell Hath No Fury
Hawk:Because it’s late?
Quin:It really is. I’m fucking exhausted, but the client’s leaving the US for a while and wants this ink completed before he goes.
Hawk:Fugitive?
Quin:The client?
Amara:What is fugitive?
Hawk:Criminal who is on the run.
Amara:He isn’t running. He is on the tattoo bed.
Quin:Fugitives can stay still, sky girl.
Amara:They must be very tired.
Hawk:I think this derailed.
Quin:When doesn’t it?
Hawk:True.
Quin:And no, not a fugitive lol. A future tourist.
Amara:He is Ukrainian. I speak with him about Kyiv and many things.
Hawk:Why’s he in West Orange?
Amara:Why you ask so many questions?
Hawk:Because I’m curious why the hell you’re at the tattoo shop and not at home. In bed. So I can go to sleep with my face between your tits, and tell you that I love you while I drool over you.
Quin:Sexy imagery right there.
Amara:That does not sound comfortable.
Quin:That’s where you’re wrong,
Amara:My breasts are not Tempurpedic.
Hawk:Tell that to my head.
Quin:I’m in complete agreement.
Quin:If we’re throwing out the ‘L’ word, then I love you too, Amara.
Amara:Men are strange.
Hawk:Little bird, if you’ve only just figured that out…
Quin:Ain’t she cute?
Amara:CUTE?! I am NOT cute!
Hawk:You kind of are.
Quin:You really are.
