Chapter 3 - Doctor Bitchcraft

                                    

                                          
"It's like I'm dropping you off at daycare." Alex laughs. He and Trixie stand outside the business of "Doctor Bitchcraft". He often made fun of how stupid of a name when Katya first opened, because her reasoning behind it was that doing a tattoo was a craft that hurts like a bitch, and she didn't become a doctor like her parents originally would've loved. So, she had to become the doctor of the bitchcraft that is; getting a tattoo. However, now he wouldn't dare. Katya was one of the best, and well known tattoo artist in Massachusetts and the surrounding states.
"Aren't you so funny." Trixie deadpans, tugging on the straps of her pink canvas backpack. She stuffed her pens and four sketchbooks into it this morning. Three of them she would let Katya look through but not the other one, which no one was allowed to see. She was hoping Katya would get bored of her or something and tell her to go home so Trixie could wander about the city to find a nice park to draw in.
They walk in, the bells on the door jingling. Katya looks up from her place behind the counter, smiling. "Hey guys!"
"Good morning," Alex says, glancing down at his watch. "Well, I'll be late if I don't get going. You'll make sure she gets home safe, yeah Katya?"
"Yeah, sure." She waves him off, now distracted by a stack of papers on her desk.
Alex turns to Trixie, leaning down to kiss her, and whispering in her ear, "I'll see you later. Don't take anything she says or does too seriously, okay? Just have fun. I love you."
"Okay. Love you too." Trixie gives him one more kiss before he leaves.
Katya is still distracted by whatever it is she's looking for. Trixie shifts awkwardly from foot to foot in silence, feeling out of place and unsure of what to do or say. She coughs quietly, getting Katya's attention.
"Oh, hey, sorry barbie. I just need to find something real quick. Just chill on the couch and I'll be back in a couple minutes." Katya says hurriedly, pointing behind Trixie. She opens the door to the back room and disappears.
Trixie turns around, walking to the black leather couch. She shrugs her backpack off before sitting down, setting it on her lap, and clutching it with both hands. She takes the time to observe the room, trying to get a sense of Katya's style.
Each wall is painted a different shade of red. On one wall is a numerous amount of frames filled with various certificates, magazine and newspaper articles, and pictures of Katya with what Trixie assumes are other well known tattoo artists. The rest of the walls are decorated with abstract, almost odd, illustrations done on large canvases with different types of paints. If Katya was the one who had done them, Trixie was absolutely impressed. She would love to do art at that scale. She picks up one of the photo albums stacked on the coffee table in front of her, flipping through Katya's tattoo work until she hears her come back in.
"Sorry about that. Running your own business can get pretty hectic." Katya apologizes, flopping down onto the couch right next to Trixie. She crosses her legs, her knee grazing Trixie's, and throws her arm on the back of the couch behind Trixie. "So, show me what 'cha got."
Trixie can feel and smell Katya's warm pepperminty breath against her cheek as she unsnaps her bag and pulls out her sketchbooks. Katya reaches for one right out of Trixie's grasp before they're even fully out of her bag. She flips it open to a random page, only to have it ripped out of her grip by hands with cat like reflexes.
"No!" Trixie cries. She tucks the comic sketchbook under her thigh, away from Katya's reach.
"Ooh, is that the smutty one?" Katya reaches across Trixie's lap, their chests almost touching. Trixie scoots away, swatting at Katya's hand.