Glancing up from sketching as the door opens, Scottie smirks as he hears the familiar cursing before he sees the owner of the voice.

"I fucking swear, if it snows any fucking more, I'm am going to the fucking news station and kicking the goddamn weather man's fat and jolly ass!" The short female seethes, brushing show from her black and hot pink hair.

"Sarah, you do realize that the weather man doesn't control the weather, right?" The artist asks, looking back down to the tribal sketchings.

"Don't care! It'll make me..." Trailing off, the head piercer of the shop inches closer to Scottie, looking him over with a critical eye. "...You son of a bitch."

"What did I do now?"

"You got laid! You motherfucker!" Sarah accuses, poking a finger at him, before throwing her extremely tattooed arms up in exasperation. "Oh, this is bullshit! I have to listen to my parents ask me over and over and over when I'm going to bring a boyfriend home and have them ask how my 'lady friends' are doing, and you're having sex. Jackass!"

Smirk growing and growing throughout the rant, Scottie waits until she's finished before chiming in. "Did I mention she's Asian, older than me, and totally a sugar mama?" He conversationally asks, before dodging a thrown tattoo magazine.

"I'm going to fucking stab you in the fucking eye with your own fucking tattoo machine!" Sarah rants, stomping for one of the back rooms.

"Oh, and I met Candy Cain!"

"Fuck! Off!"

Scottie's only response is laughter.