Naughty Lady of Shady Lady, Saloon

[Edwin Bridges]

"The Santa Monica Sharks," Edwin mused, looking at the beer before him, lost in another time. The silence lasted a few awkward seconds until he picked up the bottle and took a swig. "We ruled the pier," he suddenly laughed, "I was just a kid back then who wanted to be a rockstar. Wasn't any good with a guitar but I had a flair for inking. One of the guys owned a studio on the pier and taught me the craft."

At Vivian's question, Edwin didn't move, simply thinking, overthinking. He then shrugged off his leather jacket to display a pair of complete sleeves on both muscular arms. He then tugged on the left sleeve of his tee to reveal said tattoo of choice.

"Its Hel. Goddess of the Underworld."

[Alessandra]

Looked like her and Vivian were on the same page about the gang info. But considering she had only talked to him a couple times at best, there was probably still a lot of things that would surprise her.

“There are a few different reasons, and each person is different. But there is the adrenaline rush of getting the tattoo done, it’s hard to really explain unless you have felt the high of getting the tattoo. For some it is a stress relief, others it is a sense of accomplishment.”

So that was how he got into being an artist, she thinks, and makes a note to ask about seeing his work.
When Vivian asked about them showing a favorite, she thinks it over while Edwin showed his. It wasn’t something she was familiar with, but the work was well done.

“Now I bet that has an interesting story to it.” She says with a smile, “And it’s been done well.” Compliments the Italian.

Standing, she puts her right leg out in front of herself, only having to lift her skirt a small amount. The tattoo was on her upper thigh.

“This would be my favorite, Beethoven. And thankfully I wore this dress, otherwise things might have gotten a little provocative.” She says, her tone joking.

[Edwin Bridges]

Edwin nodded in agreement to Ale's assessment and understanding on the psychology of tattooing. For the Lord, it was simply part of who he was, a craft he could focus on when he needed to create something worthy to the Crone.

"Thanks," he replied to the compliment, sipping at his beer. His eyes turned back to Viv when she asked about mythology of the piece. "She is part of the Norse pantheon, although, technically, Hel is also the title given to the Underworld in Norse mythology, and certainly not to be confused with the Christian idea of Hell."

It was strange, speaking of such concepts as 'mythology'. For Eddie, it was a religion, one he believe wholeheartedly in, even if his heart no longer beat without blushing.

Eyes slid from the Daeva to Ale's thigh, and not with any sexual motivation. The artwork was pretty exquisite, faces a hard art to transcribe to flesh. To Edwin, his interest was most certainly artistic. The fact the canvas was on such beautiful canvas was simply a boon.

"Wow, Ale, that is awesome ink. Check this out," he added, not wishing to be outdone, leaning away slightly and lifting up the left side of his tee to reveal his ribcage. "My musical desire expressed through my ink."

[Alessandra]

“Some people are able to enter into a meditative type state, fueled by the sound of the machine. Even finding the sound soothing.” She replied with a shrug. It had never done anything for her, but she heard stories.

Nodding with a smile, “I am, one of my favorite composers.” His music was relaxing to her, and even after all these years, it hadn’t changed.

Smirking, “But I’m sure the bars owners and whatnot would have had an issue with it. Unfortunately.” Not that she was really big into stripping down to show off her ink, but she wasn’t bashful either.

She listened as Edwin explained who Hel was, finding it interesting. “Have to admit, I know nothing about Norse mythology, but you’ve piqued my interest about it.” Which was true.

“Thanks!” she says with a grin, it was her favorite piece.

Leaning forward slightly, she looks at the tattoo, “Wow, that’s very well done!” she complements.

Leaning back, “I’d show you guys the one on my side, but my dress makes it a little hard.” she says with a pout.

[Edwin Bridges]

"I'll be more than happy to explain in more detail but this ain't the place," Edwin replied, not wishing talk about his faith among the kine. He took a sip of his beer as they spoke of tattoos and he had to laugh at Viv's mischievous wink. "My ass, honey," he joked, sending a wink back to the Deava.

"Although, if you don't believe me, a private viewing could always be arranged. Hel, two birds, one stone," he added with a smirk, glancing from Vivian to Ale.

[Alessandra]

She nods in agreement with Vivian, “If not today, then someday I hope.” They had many years on the earth, might as well spend them opening their minds and learning new things.

There was a quiet chuckle at the Daevas comment. She had actually come across a few people in her time who had 95-99 percent of their bodies covered. It wasn’t unheard of, just not as common as some would think.

“Exactly.” She agreed, having never had one herself, she still knew what it was.

Smirking, “Sure, I’m game.” Of her body or her ink. “You guys just name the time and place.”