<div class="floatleft">(http://korpoarto.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/b2/Brittanya%20O%20Campo%20Makeup%2003.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Megan Ramirez (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=216507.msg10638706#msg10638706)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Westcoast Ink<br/><strong>Time and Date</strong>: 8:13am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open/Anyone<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Sunglasses (http://www.187avenue.com/brittanya/Brittanya187_Store/Acc/IMG_8502.jpg)/Daisy Duke shorts and black shirt that is cut off from the stomach down (http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/236x/ac/71/b1/ac71b184e043992e436ec72b3dd04d5d.jpg)<br/><strong>Music</strong>: Do Listen (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Aj9_8t1eQc)<br/><hr/>Megan sluggishly walked from the Starbucks down the street to the tattoo shop where she worked. In her right hand she nursed a cup of coffee, and in her left she checked Facebook on her iphone. Fuck there was alot of annoying messages about the so called 'epidemic' going on. Sure, the disease had knocked her on her ass and kept her bed ridden for a few days, but she was feeling much better now. Well except the splitting headache from a hang over the night before.<br/><br/>Se sipped her coffee, her bloodshot eyes hidden behind her dark tinted sunglasses. She had rolled out of bed about an hour ago, and took another thirty minutes doing her make up and straitened her hair. Just because she was hungover didn't mean she could look like shit. Megan turned the corner and brushed past a few people who were openly coughing.<br/><br/>"Cover your mouths, assholes! Fuck!" she mumbled, openly scolding them for spilling their disease out into the air.<br/><br/>When she opened reached the shop, she opened it and closed it behind her. She locked the door and looked around. The shop didn't open until ten, and she didn't want any people to come barging in before then. The tattoo shop was decent sized, with a large black desk at the front. Numerous art work and photos littered the walls, and in the back sat several tattoo chairs and benches.<br/><br/>Johnny, her boss was all ready in the back office, probably going over the schedule for the day. His face gave her a scowl from behind the low angled black hat he always wore. "Oi! Sugar-Tits, your late! First day back to work and you are fuckin' late!" he yelled form the office.<br/><br/>"Ugh, for fucks sake, Johnny. By like what...ten minutes?" Megan replied, sipping her coffee and walking to the back office. She leaned against the entrance of it and looked down at him. His fondness for vulgar nicknames was getting on her nerves today.