It’s been a year since our wedding, and while we could absolutely have gone for dinner at a fancy restaurant, Hugo and I want to go for a more… lasting experience.
So we do our research, and head to the best tattoo parlor in Oasis Springs. I’m going to get a sun, to symbolize brightness, and light, and maybe a certain beach. Hugo is going to get a stylized constellation. To be precise, the Leo — I was born in early August, see.
The parlor is mostly empty. The tattooist laughs and says she can tell we’re not from around here: there’s a party happening in the backyard of the building tonight, so everybody’s getting ready, apparently.
We tell her we can come back later, but she insists she wouldn’t have accepted the appointment if she wasn’t willing to go through with it.
Her name is Pari, Pari Ramesh, and I just love her aesthetic.
I feel like we’re going to be fast friends.
Hugo is not afraid if needles, but apparently he can’t bear seeing me go under it.
Checking myself out in the mirrors while Pari exposes the plan to Hugo.
Your turn, babe.
Suddenly, as I’m snacking in the backyard, something weird happens. People in unusual outfits raid the barely started party.
They seep into the backroom.
They are many.
It’s clear that Pari has a history with this gang of bears. They are up to no good. A fight is on the verge of breaking out.
One of them sees Pari slap a bear, and he apparently goes to call for reinforcements.
And the reinforcements arrive.
Thankfully, Pari has had time to escape.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 