Maggie Furey had rented the shop and upstairs living quarters from Zev Zayveon last night. She was busy today, scrubbing, cleaning, and sanatizing the shop proper.
Equipment, supplies, and those nifty surplus dental chairs were being delivered tomorrow. Maggie couldn't wait to get things going, having had been in the business for over ten years on Earth, working for others. She was very talented, able to free hand just about anything anyone could come up with, and had an extensive collection of stencils and images were neatly packed away at the moment.
Painters were due tomorrow, as well, and she was thinking of heading over to that new De'laCroix studio to see if she couldn't talk the owner into doing some work on the walls, too. Maggie was a fabulous artist, but she mostly did small scale. This place was hers, and her artwork would adorn the few posters; images for customers to choose from or give them ideas. Maggie specialized, however, in one of a kind, and preferred not to do the same tatt twice. No one should have to share their tatt!
This lush and vivacious brunette was singing along to Tool as she scrubbed the floors, walls, and every counter surface. Place had to be sterile as an operating suite, Maggie prided herself on cleanliness, hygeine, and sterility; and in her business, it was a must.
Dressed in faded and worn jeans and a bikini top printed like the USA flag from Earth, she worked herself into a pleasant exhaustion. Once she decided to call it a night, she drug herself up the stairs and fell onto the queen sized bed she hadn't even taken the time to buy sheets for.
The new tatt parlor would open soon, but none to soon for Maggie! She new there would be a demand for tatt's here, and hers would be the best!
Equipment, supplies, and those nifty surplus dental chairs were being delivered tomorrow. Maggie couldn't wait to get things going, having had been in the business for over ten years on Earth, working for others. She was very talented, able to free hand just about anything anyone could come up with, and had an extensive collection of stencils and images were neatly packed away at the moment.
Painters were due tomorrow, as well, and she was thinking of heading over to that new De'laCroix studio to see if she couldn't talk the owner into doing some work on the walls, too. Maggie was a fabulous artist, but she mostly did small scale. This place was hers, and her artwork would adorn the few posters; images for customers to choose from or give them ideas. Maggie specialized, however, in one of a kind, and preferred not to do the same tatt twice. No one should have to share their tatt!
This lush and vivacious brunette was singing along to Tool as she scrubbed the floors, walls, and every counter surface. Place had to be sterile as an operating suite, Maggie prided herself on cleanliness, hygeine, and sterility; and in her business, it was a must.
Dressed in faded and worn jeans and a bikini top printed like the USA flag from Earth, she worked herself into a pleasant exhaustion. Once she decided to call it a night, she drug herself up the stairs and fell onto the queen sized bed she hadn't even taken the time to buy sheets for.
The new tatt parlor would open soon, but none to soon for Maggie! She new there would be a demand for tatt's here, and hers would be the best!