Idly dusting, Jameson's head snapped up as he heard the sound of the front door opening. His face twisted into an unamused frown at A's joke. "Nice of you to show up," he snapped, irritated. The whole day had been a waste of time. Tonto and Meredith were gone, all his walk-ins had walked right back out without getting some ink put down. He hadn't made a single buck, and now he'd be tattooing after hours with nothing to show for it. He wanted to tell A thanks for making him wait and just go home, but he knew he'd get a mouthful and perhaps something even less desirable if he didn't cater to Dirty Dale and his demands. Whatever deal the Roadkill Jokers had with Resurrection, Jamie wasn't interested in getting in the middle of it. Better to just deal with the inconveniences.<br/><br/>"The cleaning isn't that bad," he replied quietly, setting his dusting equipment away and moving toward the door to lock up early. No point in pretending he'd be able to work on anyone else tonight, and he was done with noncommittal browsers. "Having a clean shop lets people know we're not some hack joint. Cleaning isn't my favorite thing in the world to do. Not gonna make any money off of it. But it's necessary. Come on, take a seat."<br/><br/>He turned away, sitting down on his stool as A got himself comfortable. He grabbed a pair of gloves and slipped them on before checking his liner machine. He had set it up earlier in the day, expecting A to come along at a more reasonable hour. Everything was hooked up correctly to the power supply. Rubber bands were in place to keep appropriate tension on the needle. As Jameson tapped his toes against the foot switch the machine hummed to life, purring happily in his hand. He smiled despite his mild agitation, finding comfort in the familiar buzz. Swirling in his stool, he stopped when he saw his shirtless client, more comfortable than he was expecting.<br/><br/>"Oh, hello," he replied, blinking a few times as he took in the sight of A's muscular torso. "If you're trying to get me to forgive you for coming late, you're shit out of luck," he chuckled, regretting his own joke as soon as it spilled from his lips. "Kidding, that was.... forget it. What the fuck are we doing?" he stuttered, following A's fingers with his eyes.<br/><br/>"Just write it?" he repeated, his voice bordering on disgust. "Seriously? You guys don't have some badass symbol you want me to draw out? You want it just scrawled out on you? I mean, I can do that, but look at you." He paused, eyes lingering a second too long on the expanse of A's inked chest. "Don't you wanna do something fun? Not some boring shit?"