Dillon

Roses aren’t always red motherfucker…

{Dillon to mystery man}

 

 

 

We end up waking early the next morning knowing we need to be back from Dallas in time for Ariel to open the shop up with her sisters. They’re all three coming into work today since their mother is being moved from ICU to a regular floor to continue her treatment and monitoring. She’s down to fifty-percent oxygen levels which means she’s on her way to a full recovery.

On the way to Dallas, we stop and pick up my truck in case we can bring her new bed home. We decide to stop at a donut shop along the way to get our coffee and breakfast. The highway is clear helping us to make good time. It only ends up taking an hour to get there instead of the normal hour and a half, sometimes it can possibly be longer depending on the idiots on the road. Pulling into the furniture store we walk in and head to the bedroom section of the store.

We spend an hour there talking with the salesman about the pros and cons of each bed frame and mattress set. Finally making a decision, Ariel goes with a king-size bed. You’ll hear no complaints from me because I plan on spending many nights in that bed with her, and the extra room will help seeing as I’m not a small man. I’m not fat, I’m just tall and muscular, since leaving home I concluded that taking care of myself consisted of more than just my mind—more than just hitting the books. I try to eat right and hit the gym as much as possible, keeping my body fueled from the many hours spent at hospital.

On the way back into town, I stop back at my place to grab some clothes and toiletries. We’re at my apartment no longer than thirty minutes before we’re on the road again. Since we weren’t able to get her bed today, we decide to go straight to Diva’s Ink and let her get things ready for Carson to arrive. It’s nearing on twelve o’clock, so I decide to call and order a pizza, it doesn’t hurt to splurge every once in a while. Getting my girl comfort food is worth it no matter what the cost is to my body.

 

 

The pizza arrives about the same time that Carson does. “Hey man, got some pizza here if you haven’t had lunch yet.”

“Thanks man, I’m starved. I had breakfast late and didn’t have time to stop on the way and grab a bite. Seeing as I’m still a growing boy, I can’t miss any meals,” he says, patting his belly.

Good thing I ordered two large pizzas, bet this fucker could eat one all by his damn self. “I got pepperoni and supreme,” I say watching him looking around the waiting area. He’s looking at all the different drawings on the wall.

“These are amazing,” he says.

“Thank you,” Ariel says coming in the room. “I put the pizza back in the breakroom, since we’re not open yet let’s go grab a bite so I can show you around quickly before clients start strolling through the doors.”

We sit down at the table in the breakroom when we hear the front door being unlocked and the bell sounds shortly after.

“Hello, where are you guys?”

“Back here, Rainey,” Ariel hollers out at her sister.

“Oh, hey guys,” she says in greeting as she joins us.

“You’re here early,” Ariel tells her sister. “What gives?”

“I have a client that will be here as soon as we open those doors and I wanted to go over my design and make sure it’s to his specifications.”

“How many clients do you have today?” I ask out of curiosity, I don’t know much about this business and am curious to learn everything my girl and her sisters do.

“Let’s see, I have four tattoos and three piercings scheduled today.”

“What kind of piercings?” I ask.

“I have one Monroe piercing, one tongue and one belly.”

“What exactly is a Monroe piercing?”

“It’s a piercing above the lip placed here,” she shows me.

“Sounds painful,” I tell her.

“I don’t have one personally, but I hear it’s uncomfortable at most. The piercings I hate are the ones people want done to their genitalia.” She says that as I take a sip of my water, which I happen to spew all over the table and everyone sitting at it. Everyone grabs paper towels and starts wiping themselves and the table off.

“You do that shit here?” I ask them dumbfounded.