tattoo's and teeth

Jeff stepped through the door, the loose pane of glass shaking in the door, it's sound a tap on the shoulder. He entered the room to his left and sat in the welcoming dull green chair. The room smelled of dorito's, magazines, and hash.

The other piece of furniture in the room, an equally dull chair, cuddled up to Ethan. Ethan's green face was upstaged by his vacated tooth. His face defined by what wasn't there.

At the age of nine, on water spread across the park in the winter to make an ice surface, Ethan's tooth stepped into an alien world leaving behind the warm cozy confines of his mouth for good.

It's a look. Ethan sometimes smiles like he's better off without it. It's gives an impression. Some people have earrings, piercings, tattoos, cellphones, cars, something to say I'm not what you see here. I'm more than this, I'm a guy with a piercing. Ethan had his tooth that had left him. It somehow, through it's absence, talked for him.

Jeff on the other hand handn't had any teeth leave. He had to get tattoo's instead.