Pierced
You have arrived at your destination.
Somehow, by the grace of god, there was one open parking spot directly in front of the store. Mira took it as a good omen - though that didn’t stop her from leaning back in her seat and heaving a sigh, fingers pinching her nose as she went over her mental notes one more time.
Her initial email had been with Rumi, who ran the cafe. She had passed Mira pretty quickly over to Zoey, the primary tattoo artist. The latter was who she’d be talking to today - her emails bulldozed past any pretense of professional demeanor, seemingly confident that anyone that made it past Rumi’s initial screen was someone she could speak comfortably around.
"It’s super chill here, don’t even sweat! We’re just looking for a piercer who knows their shit. Our last guy was ok, but he was definitely on the weirder side - even for me - and he definitely spent his rent money on shrooms at least twice. And then of course he just fucking bails on us like a week and a half before rent is due-"
Right. These girls were up against it.
Welcome to the show, folks. The polytrix brainworms were so damn strong that I started writing fic again after ten literal years. Married Zoey/Rumi run Naksso - half cafe, half tattoo and piercing shop. When their resident piercer bails out of the blue, they put out a call for new talent - and find that their new hire is just the right fit.
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