Bo's Tats (Meg)

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Bo slapped on her latex gloves and adjusted her ink pots for the umpteenth time. She was actually a bit nervous about her first day at Tate's Tats, but she was also really excited. She got paid by the tattoo, and the pay was really good. It also helped that Tate hadn't really opened shop until this semester, so there would likely be people swarming in once they heard the news.

She breathed a sigh of relief after checking that the ink pots were in chromological order. She didn't want to forget anything, and for a change, she hadn't!

"Bo!" A yell sounded from the front counter.

"Yeah?" She said, rushing in with an anxious look on her face.

"Did you forget-"

"NO! I know I didn't forget anything!" She yelled suddenly, then stared in shock at her boss. "Um..." Really? First day, Bo, and you screw stuff up?

Then, suddenly, Tate laughed. It was a short little chortle, but it invited forgiveness. "It's all good. I was about to say, 'Did you forget to introduce me to your friend?'" She gestured forward, which Bo had completely forgotten to look. Bo tilted her head, then faced the gesture, and gasped.

"Meg? What are you doing here?"

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Was it completely and utterly crazy that Meg had woken up that morning, and remembered that it was Bo's first day at work? They'd spoken about it briefly, and not in much detail, but she remembered. Meg was pretty good with that sort of thing, especially when it came to...well...certain people, so to say. There was a small smile just threatening to widen, and though it didn't, Meg was smiling in her head.

Something inside of Meg whispered to be daring. To be bold. She wanted a tattoo. Even though she hadn't ever stopped to consider something like that before. Yes. Meg would go by Tate's Tats and perhaps pierce her skin with an image or wise words.

She thought it would be nice to maybe do something for Bo. First days were always exciting, and Bo should feel welcomed and at home, even at work. Megara put on some shoes, left on the small casual scarlet dress she had on, and hopped on over to a flower shop. The orange lilies were looking absolutely lovely, so Meg decided that a small bouquet of them might do wonders for Bo's workspace. To be honest, she'd never set foot inside a tattoo parlour, but it sounded dark and dreary.

Today, Meg was feeling anything but dreary. She was happy. The first real genuine time in a long time. She was, however, unaware of the meaning of an orange lily. But flames were hardly the thing on her mind now.

She had hope. More than she'd had in...possibly forever. Hercules had taken the dreamer in her away, and hope wasn't there anymore. It suddenly reappeared, and she liked that. Megara stopped as she had her hand to the door handle. Was getting a tattoo a good idea? Upon seeing Bo running around inside, Meg felt more confident. It was.

She walked in a bit tentatively, with a few lilies that were tied with a bow under her arm, and awkwardly stood there for a while, not sure what to do, exactly. Bonnie hadn't seen her walk in, and she wasn't about to yell out her name. They were friends, right? Nothing weird about bringing a friend flowers. To work. The man behind the counter started making small talk, and when Megara mentioned Bo, he instantly turned to call for her, like he knew. That they were friends.

Bo almost didn't see her. She actually looked a bit panicked, and Meg could understand. Finally, Bo noticed her. And it was a relief. Meg smiled a bit, then frowned slightly. "Well...this is a tattoo parlor, isn't it? What else do people usually do here?" she joked, taking a few steps towards Bo, not sure whether to approach or not. She felt out of place. Big time.

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As Tate scurried off to answer some phone call in another room, Bo stared a little. Meg looked absolutely beautiful today. It wasn't just the clothes, although she was naturally quite curvy. It was her attitude; she nearly glowed with happiness. When Bo last saw her, she was quite moody and very negative. Did Bonnie have any idea about her bipolarity? Maybe. But she liked to ignore it, because why worry about those little things? Everyone has issues. Bo had anger issues and a small case of short-term memory loss.

She then noticed the orange lilies and nearly gasped. Flowers...what did that mean? Was that a simple friendly gesture? Was it really important? Bo had had a lot of relationships, but they were quick, flirty, and usually ended in the boy crying. There were no flower exchanges. She gestured to them.

"Nice flowers," she muttered, not really sure how else to acknowledge them. She didn't want to grab for them, because that would be really stupid. And rude. And awkward. Oh, good gracious, the moment was getting really awkward now. She quickly grabbed a pad of paper and a pen on the desk, just like Tate taught her to.

"Alright," she chuckled. "I guess, get a tattoo? In that case, what would you like? You can have me sketch it, or you can sketch it yourself. I'm also obliged to tell you we do piercings, but you'll have to get Tate to do those for you."

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"I-" Meg was quickly distracted by the guy who'd spoken to her earlier, because he left, and Meg was now well aware of the fact that she and Bonnie were pretty much the only ones in the shop now. They had no other customers (well, duh, it was literally the first second after they'd opened that morning), and the other artists must have been doing their own thing for now. She clamped her mouth shut and was tempted to run her eyes over Bo's body, but decided against it, and forced herself to stare at the ground for a moment.

"Hm?" The flowers, Meg, the flowers!...right. She blushed, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten about the flowers she brought Bo, and then handed the five long-stemmed lilies to the other woman. "I thought maybe I would wish you luck on your first day." She looked around. "And maybe brighten up the place a tiny bit." Flowers obviously meant nothing. Meg refused to think about any possible meanings other than the ones she had just mentioned.

She didn't want to start anything. She couldn't, and shouldn't. Meg wasn't stable when it came to love interests. In fact, she had to be shakiest person she knew. It could be due to her bipolarity that many times, it just didn't work, because she either got annoyed with the guy or he couldn't deal with her. But she also had trust issues. Not only that, but when it came to love, she couldn't feel it. It just...her love sensors didn't work.

When Bo mentioned piercings, Meg began to shake her head. "I think I'm good with the piercings for now." Meg rarely wore earrings, and when she did, it had to be for a special occasion. She wasn't a big fan of them, anyway. She preferred fussing over clothes and shoes rather than accessories.

She had come to the parlour, knowing exactly which tattoo she was going to get. Which was a good thing. "Actually...I think I'll let you sketch it. I want one word. Hope. On my right shoulder blade in the back. I trust you to make it how you see it can look." Honestly, Meg wasn't very picky, and she knew that Bo had a good artistic eye. And she knew that having "hope" tattooed to her might remind her that there was enough hope to go around, even for her.

She also hoped that Bo picked up on the small hints. And Meg needed to quit with that. She didn't want to hurt Bonnie in any way.