Logan Cale drunkenly staggered into The Green Hornet Tattoo parlor at 11 pm at night. The only man there, the tattoo artist looked at him with a laugh. He got lots of drunks, wanting tattoo's he knew they'd regret. He needed the money, but he had fun talking them out of it so, it was all-good. "How can I help you?" he asked the oddly familiar man politely.
"I'd like a tattoo." Logan slurred drunkenly.
"Of what?"
"I want the initial's LC love's MG right here." He said pointing to his ass.
"You seem kind of drunk, are you sure?"
"I decided I wanted it before I got drunk, the getting drunk was just a way of getting rid of the pain."
"The pain of getting a tattoo?" the artist asked.
"No, the pain losing her."
"Which ones you? The LC or the MG?"
"I'm LC, Logan Cale." He said offering his hand. The artist shook it.
"So this MG chick, she left you?"
"No, she died." Logan started, the drunken slur becoming slighter "Trying to end something that haunted her."
"So, you want the tattoo to remember her by?"
"Yeah. She was an angel, a dark one but an angel. I never got to tell her I love her."
"So," the artist said leading Logan back to the tattooing area and sitting him down in a chair. "You want this design?" He asked Logan showing him a picture of TD and a little heart with an 's LG.
"Yeah, I want that but LC heart's MG"
"Are you sure you want it on your ass?"
"I changed my mind, I want it on my shoulder blade."
"Okay, you have the money to pay for it?" Logan produced a hundred dollar bill. "Okay, then. Are you 100% sure?"
"Yes, I Am." The drunken slur now back.
"Okay then take your shirt off." Logan complied and leaned on the chair, which the artist directed him too. "So, this girl how'd she die?" the artist asked while beginning his work.
"She was always haunted by her past and she had a way to resolve it. She got shot because of it."
"How'd you meet?" he asked again prompting Logan to talk to get his mind off the pain.
"She broke into my apartment and stole a statue. It was kind of a game of cat and mouse with her," Logan stopped and started laughing. He stopped quick enough and continued. "Anyway I was helping her find her siblings, she's got 12. This one of them, this guy Zack. Is kind of a prick. He kept interrupting us whenever we got any where in the relationship. Anyway, he's dead now too, so I won't speak ill of the dead. Anyway she had a lot of them. You almost finished?" Logan asked.
"It'll be a little while, keep talking." The artist urged. It sounded like this guy had a story.
"Well anyway, it was the one year anniversary of her breaking into my place so I had her over for this celebration type thing. We end up confessing some stuff, and we end up kissing. The only other time we had kissed was when she almost left Seattle but we both said we were really emotional and blew it off, which was very stupid of us. Well anyway were kissing on our anniversary thing and we both as much say were not taking this back and continue kissing and Zack comes in. They have to go save her sister Tinga. Anyway, she ends up getting caught and we end up not seeing each other for a couple days and when I finally see her again she's concocted this plan to take down her old ghosts. She died not long after."
"You started drinking to ease the pain right?"
"Right." Logan slurred.
"That's not the answer man. When I lost my family, I started drinking and I ended up in shambles for a while but you can't give up on life like that. I got back on my feet and I'm betting you could to."
"That's funny, back on my feet. I can't actually walk. I'm wearing an exo-skeleton thingy mabober to help me walk! I got my spine shot out back about a year ago."
"Right before you met this girl?"
"No right after. The only reason she came back at all is she felt guilty cause she thought if she would've helped me I wouldn't have gotten shot."
"Now I know where I remember you from, the hover drone footage was on the news."
"Yeah, I've seen it." Logan slurred. "You almost done?"
"Few more minutes."
"I think I'm starting to sober up, so yeah."
"How long ago did this MG die?"
"Max died, about a month ago."
"Her names Max?"
"Yeah."
"Weird name for a girl."
"I think it's pretty, just like she was. She had this beautiful curly brownish black hair and she was so tiny, but she could still kick my ass. You could lose yourself in her brown eyes." Logan continued, not knowing the artist had finished his work.
"I'm done. Any chance I could see a picture of this Max chick?"
"Yeah," Logan said getting up he took out his wallet and showed the man a picture of Max he'd gotten from the security camera.
"She was beautiful."
"Most singularly beautiful face I've ever seen." Logan mumbled. "How much do I owe you?"
"Twenty bucks." Logan paid the man and left. After a while the artist spoke. "So Max had herself a man and Zack didn't like him, typical Zack."
"I'd like a tattoo." Logan slurred drunkenly.
"Of what?"
"I want the initial's LC love's MG right here." He said pointing to his ass.
"You seem kind of drunk, are you sure?"
"I decided I wanted it before I got drunk, the getting drunk was just a way of getting rid of the pain."
"The pain of getting a tattoo?" the artist asked.
"No, the pain losing her."
"Which ones you? The LC or the MG?"
"I'm LC, Logan Cale." He said offering his hand. The artist shook it.
"So this MG chick, she left you?"
"No, she died." Logan started, the drunken slur becoming slighter "Trying to end something that haunted her."
"So, you want the tattoo to remember her by?"
"Yeah. She was an angel, a dark one but an angel. I never got to tell her I love her."
"So," the artist said leading Logan back to the tattooing area and sitting him down in a chair. "You want this design?" He asked Logan showing him a picture of TD and a little heart with an 's LG.
"Yeah, I want that but LC heart's MG"
"Are you sure you want it on your ass?"
"I changed my mind, I want it on my shoulder blade."
"Okay, you have the money to pay for it?" Logan produced a hundred dollar bill. "Okay, then. Are you 100% sure?"
"Yes, I Am." The drunken slur now back.
"Okay then take your shirt off." Logan complied and leaned on the chair, which the artist directed him too. "So, this girl how'd she die?" the artist asked while beginning his work.
"She was always haunted by her past and she had a way to resolve it. She got shot because of it."
"How'd you meet?" he asked again prompting Logan to talk to get his mind off the pain.
"She broke into my apartment and stole a statue. It was kind of a game of cat and mouse with her," Logan stopped and started laughing. He stopped quick enough and continued. "Anyway I was helping her find her siblings, she's got 12. This one of them, this guy Zack. Is kind of a prick. He kept interrupting us whenever we got any where in the relationship. Anyway, he's dead now too, so I won't speak ill of the dead. Anyway she had a lot of them. You almost finished?" Logan asked.
"It'll be a little while, keep talking." The artist urged. It sounded like this guy had a story.
"Well anyway, it was the one year anniversary of her breaking into my place so I had her over for this celebration type thing. We end up confessing some stuff, and we end up kissing. The only other time we had kissed was when she almost left Seattle but we both said we were really emotional and blew it off, which was very stupid of us. Well anyway were kissing on our anniversary thing and we both as much say were not taking this back and continue kissing and Zack comes in. They have to go save her sister Tinga. Anyway, she ends up getting caught and we end up not seeing each other for a couple days and when I finally see her again she's concocted this plan to take down her old ghosts. She died not long after."
"You started drinking to ease the pain right?"
"Right." Logan slurred.
"That's not the answer man. When I lost my family, I started drinking and I ended up in shambles for a while but you can't give up on life like that. I got back on my feet and I'm betting you could to."
"That's funny, back on my feet. I can't actually walk. I'm wearing an exo-skeleton thingy mabober to help me walk! I got my spine shot out back about a year ago."
"Right before you met this girl?"
"No right after. The only reason she came back at all is she felt guilty cause she thought if she would've helped me I wouldn't have gotten shot."
"Now I know where I remember you from, the hover drone footage was on the news."
"Yeah, I've seen it." Logan slurred. "You almost done?"
"Few more minutes."
"I think I'm starting to sober up, so yeah."
"How long ago did this MG die?"
"Max died, about a month ago."
"Her names Max?"
"Yeah."
"Weird name for a girl."
"I think it's pretty, just like she was. She had this beautiful curly brownish black hair and she was so tiny, but she could still kick my ass. You could lose yourself in her brown eyes." Logan continued, not knowing the artist had finished his work.
"I'm done. Any chance I could see a picture of this Max chick?"
"Yeah," Logan said getting up he took out his wallet and showed the man a picture of Max he'd gotten from the security camera.
"She was beautiful."
"Most singularly beautiful face I've ever seen." Logan mumbled. "How much do I owe you?"
"Twenty bucks." Logan paid the man and left. After a while the artist spoke. "So Max had herself a man and Zack didn't like him, typical Zack."