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[stabbyfoxandrew]

Took another 8am Wednesday lab this semester which means you get to find out first that I failed the fuck outta that midterm. Anyway. I'd like some more of my demon boy, or whoever isn't biting. Happy Wednesday 💕💕

WIP Wednesday (3/12) | Demon Neil AU (Part 25)

Andrew's consultation appointment is made the slightest bit awkward since he's met the client before in very different circumstances. He recognizes Mason as soon as he steps into the building. Tall and well-muscled, with eyes on just the wrong side of green. They'd met a couple months ago at Eden's, need Andrew say more?

"Yes. You do. I don't even know who Eden is."

With an eye roll, Andrew ignores his demon in favor of the man sitting in front of him. Mason shows no sign at all that he remembers Andrew, which is for the best. He just introduces himself and starts to ramble on and on about his tattoo dreams. He tells Andrew that he wants roses wrapped around both arms from his wrists to his shoulders, vines and leaves and thorns. The whole nine yards.

The moment he makes his idea known, Andrew pulls up a couple of photos on his phone and pretends to listen intently while Mason talks about his mother— named Rose— who'd died a few weeks back. t's a tribute piece. And a huge one at that, but it's not as obvious as the ones with death dates people ask Renee for. It's something pretty enough for Andrew to bother with. It doesn't take him very long to bring the idea to life and when he turns the sketchpad over, Mason's eyes light up.

"Oh. That's perfect. Just like that up both arms. Can we do that?"

"I can do whatever you want." Andrew bites his tongue when Mason's mouth quirks. Too late does he recall saying something similar at the bar when Mason picked him up. He clears his throat. "With the tattoo."

"Right." Mason says. Then he leans a bit closer, into Andrew's space. "Listen, I... Have we met before?"

Andrew isn't sure how to answer that when he's spent the past thirty minutes pretending he's never seen Mason in his life. Finally he shrugs. "Maybe. I've been told I have that sort of face."

"Oh. Right." Mason's expression twinges with disappointment but it doesn't linger. Instead he checks his phone and says, "I have to get to work soon. When do I come back?"

"Renee is in charge of scheduling everything," Andrew tells him, jerking a thumb towards the front desk. It's not the truth, but she's so good at it and she loves doing it. Well, she tolerates it anyway. For Andrew. He glances towards the desk and Renee isn't there.

"Renee's in the back, poking holes in somebody's tits." Seth says helpfully, while he stares at his sometimes-girlfriend across the shop. Andrew doesn't even know if he's got anyone on his schedule for today or if he only showed up to watch Allison.

"Don't say tits, it's rude." Allison says, throwing Seth a bone. God knows he's been waiting for her to speak to him since she arrived. From there, Andrew tunes them out. When they decide on a day for his first session, Mason slips twenty bucks into Andrew's palm. 

"For your time today," he says with a smile. "See ya next time."

"Ooh, put that tip in the New Car Jar," Allison laughs from her corner where she's supposed to be tattooing a girl's back. Andrew flips her off and shoves the twenty in his pocket.

"Andrew, why did you pretend not to know him?" Neil asks, startling Andrew a bit. He'd been uncharacteristically silent for the past half hour, so it's nice to know he's still there. Even if he's asking stupid questions.

"Because it would have been awkward to tell a client 'Yes, I sucked you off in an alley three months ago because you reminded me of someone else'," Andrew thinks back at him. That and he's also been trying rather valiantly not to remember the fine details of that night, as to not bombard Neil with vivid, explicit, memories.

"Oh." Neil pauses, perhaps considering. "Do people really do that? Just do sex things in alleyways?"

"Occasionally. For your information, people have sex in all sorts of places. Like bathroom stalls and backseats and locker rooms." Andrew tells him just as Renee reappears. He wanders up to her and, aloud, says, "Mission complete?"

"Not quite. She couldn't decide what type of piercing she wants." Renee says. "How'd the consult go?"

"It went. He's coming back on Thursday. One o'clock." Andrew answers. And though he will remember it on his own, Renee pens it into the book she keeps on the counter.

"What was his name?"

"Mason something."

"Charming." Renee writes it exactly like that, Mason Something, and drops the pen. About that time, her appointment sticks her head out from behind the curtain.

"I'm ready now." She says, not looking ready at all. Renee smiles and heads back anyway. While she's distracted Andrew gets out his phone to text Kevin and ask what he's doing.

Kevin: Just got out of practice. Why? Andrew: stuck at work, drive me home Kevin: Of course. Ten minutes.