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A Tattoo Parlour on the Mainland, Sunday Late-Afternoon
Okay. So it had been a long day. Get back from a cruise, fight with his best buddy at work, feed the weasel, all that good stuff. But Reno wasn't about to call it a day just yet.
Sunburn or no sunburn, sometimes a guy just had to mark his milestones by searing them into raw flesh with needles and ink.
As you do.
He gave his bicep a pat, explained the tattoo he had in mind, and made himself comfortable.
He was going to get so freaking drunk tonight when this was done.
[NFI and NFB for distance. Establishy goodness, natch.]
Sunburn or no sunburn, sometimes a guy just had to mark his milestones by searing them into raw flesh with needles and ink.
As you do.
He gave his bicep a pat, explained the tattoo he had in mind, and made himself comfortable.
He was going to get so freaking drunk tonight when this was done.
[NFI and NFB for distance. Establishy goodness, natch.]