A few minutes after the clock hit one, a car pulled up in the driveway. Once the door was knocked. Nick walked over to it and opened the door up, finding the tatoois their with his breif case, he wasn't someone you would expect to be one.
''Your late, did that jerk Martin keep you longer again?'' ick grinned, letting the well suited man come through into the house.
''Sadly yes... One more peice of his tatoo then I'm finally finished.'' he said sighing, scratching the back of his neack.
''Well, soon you can get to mine, thanks for taking your time out for this one anyway, I know your a busy guy.'' He said, smirking.
''Ahh yes, your tatoo. I can't wait to do it. But are you sure about the price? its a bit of an over pay.''
''of course, I'd even pay you to be with that guy your tatooing.''
''So what am I doing today? your family's coat of arms, yes?'' He asked.
''Indeed I am... I'll jjust go get him. And you brought the anesthetic didn't you?''
''Yeah, small dose though, maaking him drowsey but still feel a little pain - its the last I had.'' he said
''And the rasors?''
''Yep, just so I can get his hair out of the way.''
''Just wait here I'll go and get him now.'' he said, walking outside - because hhe had gone to the stables twice before he decided it would be the first place to look. ''andrew, the tatooist is here. Now get inside.'' he exclaimed from halfway to the stables.

