[OPEN] "You're still a part of everything I do, you're on my heart just like a tattoo..."

[body_artist]

Who? Derrick Reynolds and open
Where? Shock Wave Tattoos
Time of day: Early afternoon
Open or closed: Open (multiple taggers welcome, we can just say that they came one after the other)

It was just after lunch time, and if he were honest, there was a part of Derrick that wanted to shut down early today and go back to his room and get some sleep. He was really full from lunch, and the overwhelming urge in his brain was to lock up shop, get back to his place, smoke up, and sleep for eight or ten hours. He was still recovering from his last trip to Hors de Prix a couple days before when he hadn't slept a fucking wink the whole night, just getting drunker and more high the whole time. Most people insisted that drinking and smoking weed were a bad mix, but Derrick had never had any trouble with it himself. Then again, intoxicating substances were a bit like mother's milk... almost literally, considering who his birth mother was. And the fact that he didn't do anything harder than weed or alcohol these days was a miracle in itself.

But, no. He wouldn't close the shop down early. Sleep would have to come later, whether he liked it or not. Sleep and that bag he'd bought from Silas earlier in the week. Yeah, that definitely sounded like more of a plan than staying around and working, but hey... A man had to eat, and that tended to require work.

[ARRIVAL, TAG PUCK] "Reminisce some time, the night they took my friend."

[gotstarpower]

Who: Mercedes Jones and Noah Puckerman
Where: The beach, just near the resort
Time of Day: Late evening
Open or Closed: Closed

Mercedes heart was pounding harder and more fast in her chest than it ever had. She felt like she was going to have a heart attack, but it was just adrenaline and shock. Total and utter shock. Unlike anything she had ever felt before. There was a ringing in her ears too. She just stood there watching the younger ER doctor adorned in light blue scrubs as he continued to speak, but it was like nothing was commuting anymore. She clung to Puck's side, her fingers sunk into his arm in a vice-like grip as her legs began to feel like jelly. Puck had paled beyond belief. He didn't even look just sick, he looked like he was going to pass out. In fact, it was right that minute as Mercedes dark eyes flicked to Puck's face to check if he was okay, that Puck did just that. He slumped hard in against her and her arms closed around him, catching him before he fell. The doctor reached out to help, but as Mercedes stumbled under the added weight to her legs, she didn't fall to the cold, hard linoleum ground of the Lima Emergency Room, her knees fell to warm sand and the sound and scent of the ocean lapping engulf her senses, capturing the nauseating sterile hospital smell and evaporating it.

A reflexive stunned gasp fell from her lips. It was night time, but the hospital was gone. Puck was gone, the doctor was gone. On god, the shock of what had just happened hit her like a tonne of bricks and horrified sob escaped her and echoed through the sea air. "PUCK!" she screamed out, looking around frantically with another panicked sob. What the hell was going on?

[WAVEBOOK]

[justbeingaqueen]

I hate this place. HATE.