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body_artistWho? 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.
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.