Sloan's POV
I take one final look around before crossing the alleyway and heading up the steps to the entrance of the hole in the wall tattoo shop.
I haven't been here in weeks, so I'm not surprised by the gasps and whispers I hear when I come through the door.
It's the same Saturday night crowd, most of them human canvases of Robbie's impressive artwork. They aren't here for more tattoos though. They're here for something a little less permanent.
Most of them are only smoking weed. Since it's about the only legal thing they do in this place, those who are too afraid to venture out into the world of harder drugs sit up front and drink and get high, fight, f**k, or just sit quietly, too spaced out to move, talk or even think. The ones seekeing a deeper high usually find thei
