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</div></div><br/>'Tonto', who's 'American' name was Terry Browne, strolled into the parlor somewhere around 1:30 which was a little earlier than usual. As one of the parlor's longest standing artists; with only Frank having been there longer, he tended to make his own unannounced schedule. His clients were steady, long standing regulars and he never bothered himself with walk-ins or new clients. His only exception to that was if a regular of his specially requested he take on someone new for them. Even in that case, he was picky and it wasn't uncommon for him to flatly turn it down and pass it off to another artist. He was well known for his excellent work with Native American art and the roots knowledge of everything that went with it. As a full tribal member, his client book was heavy with people who had blood ties to the tribal community and the rest of his book was peppered with a smattering of bikers, musicians, and artists whom he felt were worthy enough of his art.<br/><br/>On that day he had a sitting scheduled with a member of his favorite band from Portland. Because it was a bit of a trek for the client, and most of the band would likely come with him, Tonto had blocked off his entire day to ink and hang with the band. The level of chaos in the shop would dramatically rise depending on the number of band members that showed up to hang out.<br/><br/>"Don't know what you got scheduled, but you got walk-ins today..." Tonto stated matter-of-factly to Jamie as he walked through the work room to the back office area. That was the way it always was, but none-the-less Tonto always made that announcement when he trudged through the shop.  "Frank's not here?" No. Frank wasn't there as he could easily see and he didn't expect an answer. He lit a cigarette and shuffled through a couple papers on the office desk. "We getting our supply order today?" No. They weren't, it was too early in the week for that and he knew that too. It was another question he didn't expect an answer to.<br/><br/>"By the way, girly won't be in today." He stated as he took a drag from the smoke and looked at the office calendar on the wall. "She's got it marked off. Looks like you're on your own because I got Portland rolling in at 3. You order lunch yet? I want Mabelle's." Maybelle's was a greasy diner down the way that would happily put together a to-go order for the folks at the parlor. If the parlor spent enough, and they could spare the help, Maybelle's would have someone walk the order down. That wasn't likely to happen on that day though because it was only Tonto and Jamie in the shop and unless they both ordered the most expensive thing on the modest menu, their bill wouldn't make the tally. "Open face turkey." It was usually his pick from Maybelle's lunch menu and he concluded his one-sided conversation with that as he continued on from the office area to the shop floor supply closet to pick out some inks.