<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/Liv%2006-08-2017_zps960drpv0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Olivia Moretz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12404589#msg12404589)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Las Vegas, Nevada |  April 14, 2013 | 02:25 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Dara | [Alex]<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Business as usual<br/><hr/><br/>For the third time in the past five minutes Liv shrugged his hand off her shoulder, this time making an effort to roll her eyes as well. She'd been hunched over her sketchbook, perched upon one of the bar stools that stood along the counter of the<em>Thick as Thieves</em>, the tattoo shop where she'd been hired not a year ago. Alex was hovering nearby, not even bothering to pretend that he respected her personal space, or that he took 'no' for an answer. Which sounded significantly more severe than it was; all he had been doing was plucking at the bandage that sat wrapped around her upper arm, covering half of the area between her elbow and her shoulderblade.<br/><br/>"Seriously, Alex? You of all people should know better than to want to ruin the healing process." Olivia shrugged her pink strands of hair back over her shoulder, a gesture that was proven utterly useless as she immediately hunched over her latest piece of work; a complicated design of<em>Theseus and the Minotaur</em>that had been haunting her mind ever since she'd picked up one of her books on the classic Greek stories again. Unfortunately, she wasn't given any respite, and the twenty-odd year old guy adamantly rounded the counter until he stood on opposite side of it. His hand flattened against the sketch, which earned him a look of angered disapproval, one that Alex had learned to heed over the past year and a half.<br/><br/>"It<em>needs</em>to be covered for twenty-four hours, a marker that passed exactly thirty-three minutes ago. And since I'm the artist who applied your tattoo, you should listen to my expert advice and show me my creation."<br/><br/>A skeptical look was cast his way. "It was my design," Liv replied dryly.<br/><br/>"Yep, but I put it in ink."<br/><br/>"On<em>my</em>arm." She looked impatient now; there was one time where you didn't want to disturb the girl and it was when she was in the middle of a creation. Olivia was an artist in every sense and once she was engrossed in working up a new design she could react rather... poorly, for lack of a better word. The only reason she hadn't properly lashed out at Alex yet was because he was her colleague, and her roommate<em>and </em>her closest friend here in Vegas. He'd built up quite a lot of credit with the girl and so she made another effort to keep her cool, although she couldn't help sighing somewhat dramatically. "Why are you so impatient, anyway? Tattoos don't go anywhere, Alex. You'll have the rest of your life to fawn over your handiwork."<br/><br/>Now Alex leaned over, his elbows leisurely resting on top of the surface. "You know why," he said enigmatically, which elicited a look of alarm from his friend.<br/><br/>"Shut up," she warned him, her voice significantly lowered. Liv spied her surroundings; she had no reason to believe anyone was either listening in or able to make any sense of what they were talking about, but she worried regardless. "I'm not going to use it." She gestured dismissively with the pen in her hand. "Not anytime soon, at least."<br/><br/>"Why not? You scared?"<br/><br/>"<em>No</em>. Just... cautious."<br/><br/>To this, Alex craned his head back, a sardonic smile widening on his lips. "Oh come on, Liv! How do you not want to try this right away? If I were you--"<br/><br/>"Well you're not," she interrupted. "So if you could just skedaddle and let me do my thing, then I'd be ever so grateful."<br/><br/>"Fine.<em>Fine</em>. But at least let me see it again."<br/><br/>"Will it get you off my back?"<br/><br/>"Never. I really like your back. But it'll help?"<br/><br/>Liv wrinkled her nose, but it was clear that she relented, if only because she leaned back in her seat and glanced to her arm before tentatively reaching out to the tape that kept the white bandage in place. With all the reverence of someone about to uncover an ancient treasure she began to peel at the sticky material, hissing slightly as a few too many hairs were pulled out in the process. "The things I do for you," she hummed as she carefully revealed her latest addition to the various tattoos that adorned her body. This was the third one; a tribalesque depiction of a flying hawk in the process of grabbing its prey, entirely in black ink. It had been a longrunning project of Olivia, a design that had been worked on for many hours before reaching a level of perfection that she felt satisfied with. And the result was stunning, if she may say so herself. Alex sure seemed to agree, judging by the way he was fascinatedly staring at the reddened skin on her bicep. Liv suspected that it wasn't so much the sight of the tattoo itself that had him enthralled as much as what it implied, though. Ever since she had confided in him about the powers she possessed he had been feeding her one idea after the next. This was the first one she had agreed with, however, even if Liv couldn't quite picture her soaring above the Las Vegas skyline just yet. It was a grand idea, but whether it was practical remained to be seen. She couldn't deny being at least a little excited about it all, though.<br/><br/>"There, are you happy now?" she said a little moodily. He shrugged halfheartedly in return, although Alex never quite averted his eyes.<br/><br/>"I will be once we tested it. Are we heading into the desert tonight?"<br/><br/>Decisively, Liv stood from her seat and grabbed the crumpled up bandage to throw into the bin. She closed the sketchbook; she clearly wasn't going to be allowed the time or space to concentrate on drawing today. "Not likely," she replied curtly. "Maybe next week, the way my arm is feeling right now I'd be flying with one lame wing. I think I can do without the extra handicap."<br/><br/>It was at this point that the sound of the door opening could be heard from the front of the store. Alex and Olivia exchanged a brief look after which the latter turned and made her way out of the back office. She glanced at the calendar in passing, but there were no appointments at this time. Not that it meant much; most of the people in the city showed up unannounced and so she wandered into the front of the parlor, fully expecting to find a tourist standing near the entrance, looking a little lost whilst trying to figure out if they wanted a<em>butterfly</em>or a<em>dolphin</em>tattooed on the inside of their wrist or their ankle. Tourists generally weren't the most original folk.<br/><br/>A polite smile softened Olivia's features before even locating the new customer. "Welcome to Thick as Thieves," she said routinely. "Anything I can do you for?"<br/>