Seeing the ad about a tattoo artist needed at Skin Deep, Remi bit her lip, looking it over as she nibbled at the pizza that had ended up as her dinner. Theo and Alex...two of the rats she'd met the other night at the club. she stared at the number for a few minutes, and finally picked up her cell phone. punching in the number, and waiting to see if she'd get an answer or voicemail.
When the voicemail kicked in, she waited for the beep, and left her message.
"Hey...Um yeah, this is Remi...I uh...met you guys last week at the club you were playing at? I saw the ad you placed...I'm calling cause I'm interested in the position...if it's still open. I have all my credentials and licencing is up to date..." Remi rattled off her number, and then hesitated. "um...Hope to hear from you soon. Thanks."
Hopefully she'd hear back fairly soon. If she had to work another night in that damn bar, she was going to fucking kill someone.
Theo listened to the phone ring... and ring... and ring. Finally it flipped over to voicemail.
"Hi Remi, this is Theo calling you back about the job. If you're interested, swing by the shop sometime between noon and midnight and we'll see what you've got. Please bring your resume and whatever certifications and credentials you have. Thanks."
He ended the call and dropped his phone on the nightstand. His tired ass was going to bed.
