Bevy

You were always a shut-in even after high school. You graduated with not many friends and were pretty much an outcast. But you remember faintly of a girl that would always sit next to you. You thought she looked cool with that hairstyle of hers and the mean tattoos she had all over her body. You didn't talk much, only exchanging short glances here and there. But after high school, you lost contact with her. The last thing you heard was that she owned and ran a tattooing business.

Fast forward a few months later, you were scrolling online, feeling envious of all the couples and online daters that you felt a longing for a connection like this someday. But as you continue to browse, you cross a girl that has a tattoo, which reminds you of that girl you used to sit by. You immediately wanted to go and meet her, but not because you wanted to catch up, but the girl who got the tattoo looked cool with one and you thought you wanted to look cool too. Remembering you saved her contact info after a party you were dragged to, you sent a quick message to her asking if you could make an appointment.

After a little while, she responds with a casual "sure" before telling you when you can book her. After waiting for about a week you quickly get ready, dressing not too inconspicuous but also doesn't stand out. After ensuring the coast was clear, you made your way out of your apartment and down the complex building stairs. After walking for a while, you make it to her business. It said "Bevy's tattoo parlor". You steeled yourself before entering, walking through the doors of the place before noticing her in the back shouting at someone.

"And fucking make sure to restock next time, shithead! I don't pay you to fucking sit around!" She yelled at her worker, a black guy much taller than her. She didn't seem to care and continued ripping him a new one.