It was late and raining. The forecast had the rain tapering off and cooling later that night, but for now it was still raining hard. I had just gotten home from my job, closing up the piercing parlor for the night. It wasn't too busy, it never was when it was raining. I drummed my chipped black nail polished fingernails on the outside of the fridge. I had the door open staring into it, the light from inside lit up a rather dark half kitchen in the apartment. I sighed, a half case of beer, a carton of leftover Chinese and a half an orange was all that was left inside. I scratched my bare chest, I had taken off my tattered black t-shirt, it was soaked from the rain. I ran my fingers across my abs, scratched a little more where my most recent addition to the tattoo'd art that was covering most of my right side. I hadn't had the cash to continue the design that would eventually cover most of my upper torso, the last part was a few months old, the linework was dark solid blacks and a tribal island patterns. I yawned, pushed my dyed black hair away from my face and stretched, grabbed a beer out of the fridge and closed the door. I leaned on the kitchen counter, opened the beer and drank most of it. The frosty bottle brushed up against my chest. The slight coldness from the beer and the thought of the rain gave me the chills, a shiver ran through me and I felt the rings in both of my nipples tighten against the skin.
Unfortunately, it reminded me it had been a while since I last had sex. It was three months since my bitch of a girlfriend, Shelly, left and the few remaining boxes of her crap that she left stood in the corner of the living room -- as a constant reminder of her absence. Don't get me wrong, she had to go. I had kicked her out of the apartment months earlier after I had caught her having sex in the bathroom of a local bar with my ex-bestfriend. She had soon dumped him for a new long haired blond guy that she met at the college she still attended on occasion. She had a thing for long haired guys. I kept mine shoulder length. Earlier, she had left a phone message saying her new boyfriend would be over tonight to pick up the last of her stuff. It was like her to make someone else grab her stuff for her. It wasn't that she was afraid of seeing me, she just would rather have someone else do her shit for her, she liked to boss men around. I sighed again, grabbed another beer from the fridge and walked to the bathroom.
I pulled the chain on the overhead light, squinted as the light popped on. I looked at myself in the mirror, I grunted, I was pretty damn thin to begin with, the bitch took off with most of my cash, and the rent had to come the week before even considering stocking the fridge. I grabbed a towel and ran it through my slightly rain damp jet black hair. I stared back at myself, my eyeliner had ran, it only made my eyes look like they were set back into my skull further. I grabbed my 1/2" black plugs from the bathroom sink counter and took out the 1/2" tunnels I had in both ears and replaced them with the solid black ones. I then took off my black jeans that had shrunk a little in the rain. I dried myself off and grabbed my rather worn leather pants and slipped them on, I didn't bother with underwear, I had have to go to the laundry soon. I put on a new pair of clean black socks and laced on a pair of 10 eye steel toed Gripfast boots that also looked rather worn. They were well broken in. I was about to grab a shirt when I knock came to the door. Shit, I thought, it was probably Shelly's boyfriend.
I was still shirtless when I walked to the door and opened it. It was him alright, he looked at me, almost embarrassed that he was here. I noticed his eyes had glanced at my chest before meeting he said hello. His name was Henry and he had a slight build as well and was just an inch or so shorter than me. He was wearing a dark green t-shirt with a small black silkscreened skull and some jeans. I told Henry to come in, and pointed at the boxes. I didn't offer to help. He looked at the boxes, there were about ten good sized ones stacked in the corner. He went over to one and tried to pick it up. Henry said, "Shit what does she have in here."
"Books," I replied, "her class books, and from the looks of it, the past four years worth." He grunted again, picked it up and went out the door to his car. He had to make several trips with the heavy boxes. By the time he was done, he was soaked with rain and sweat. I looked at him, in a way I felt sorry for him, I knew my former girlfriend was a cheating bitch and it would only be a short time before she cheated on Henry as well.
"Hey Henry," I said to him, "want a beer?"
He looked at me, crinkled his brow, I could see his uncomfortableness fade away and he said, "sure, thanks man."
I went to the fridge grabbed another one, opened it and handed it too him. He took it and said thanks. He glanced down at my chest again and said, "hey, cool piercings and tattoos, I always wanted to get something pierced."
I looked at him, cocked my head and said,"Well, I work at Young's Piercing down on Main Street. Come down and all hook you up." I really wasn't too pissed off at the guy, I guess I couldn't really be. He wasn't the guy that was screwing with my girlfriend at the time I was going out with her, but at the same time, I really felt like getting back at the back stabbing bitch.
Henry said,"Hey, thanks man, that would be cool. But Shelly said that I shouldn't get anything, she mentioned that she didn't care for guys with piercings."
I thought, well no shit, she would say that if she was pissed off at me. She was sleeping around and fucking my best friend at the time we were going out, but I was the one that threw her out. So I was the bad guy. He had finished his beer, I grabbed two more from the fridge, one for both of us. He looked up at me and said thanks again for the beer.
"So do you have any other piercings?" Henry asked me, a little sheepishly.
I said, "Well, I have both nipples pierced, two plugs and a PA. I use to have a few more."
