“Yes sir.”
“We sure we should take Rocky with us?”
“He’ll be fine. Just wanna check things out.” Jase glared at Zandor.
“Why? what’s up?”
“When’s the last time you were at the shop?” Cyrus asked.
“Week ago, why man?”
“Did you notice the old bakery two doors down getting a facelift?”
“No.” I watched them look at each other. “Spill it.”
“You know how Momma always said that copying something someone does is a form of flattery?” Zandor voice dripped with sarcasm.
“No fucking games I’ve had enough for today.”
“A new tattoo shop opened up.” Jase huffed.
“No fucking way.”
“Yeah fucking way. Ricco didn’t call you because he was pretty sure you’d destroy the place.” Cyrus hissed.
“Apparently they got the whole Italian flag flying, window dressed up nice just like ours. Its family operated and the whole works.” Zandor chuckled
“Not gonna put up with that shit are we?”
“The way I look at it shit may be good there for a few weeks for them before people figure out how fake there asses are. They’re waving flags, kissing babies, they even have special’s running.” Jase laughed.
“No shit they’re giving away their work already?”
“It ain’t their work. It’s ours. You didn’t see any other tattoo shop popping up around here until our name became something. Now these posers are coming in laying down sucking whatever dick they can right out of the gate. Fucking joke if you ask me.” Cyrus was pissed. “I mean fuck do whatever but do you, not someone else.”
“It won’t be a joke if we lose business.” I sat back. “Fuck that’s our place. Forever Steel is our fucking place.”
“It’ll be a temporary thing. We may lose a few people but they’ll be back. Talents, talent.” Jase patted my shoulder
“Bitches are bitches,” Cyrus sneered.
“Whore will always be whores,” Zandor added.
“Thieves will always be thieves,” Jase chimed in.
“Dumb fucks with no fucking imagination themselves will always try to suck off those of us who have it. Fuck them. We could sue them.” I swear I was gonna blow.
“We’re not copyright protected like music and books X.” Jase grumbled.
“That’s a shame, cause then we could nail their asses. Sit back and watch the bitches make the cash and then sue their asses when we knew they had it. Get paid for work that was ours.”
“If it was worth it yes. If we flipped out we’d look bad.” Zandor rubbed his head. “Well at least they could try to make us look bad.”
We all laughed.
“What’s the place called?” I asked and they all looked at each other. “Spill it.”
“Forever Inked.”
“And you three are gonna sit back and let that shit happen. Let them steal our creation, and our name and you expect--.”
“Class vs. trash Xavier.” Jase let out a deep breath. “Momma raised us better than that. We’re the real deal; we don’t have to fake the shit.”
“You remember when Momma started buying generic food and tried to trick us by putting it in the pretty package’s we were used to?”
“Same shit huh X?” Cyrus chuckled.
“Same generic shit.” I laughed.
The car stopped in front of Forever Steel and I looked down the street. I saw people walking in the door and yeah I was gonna see the place too.”
“X, don’t do it man.” Jase yelled from behind me.
“Come on lets go check it out.”
“Oh for fuck sake,” I looked back at Jase storming towards me. “Don’t lose your shit. I don’t wanna end up in jail.”