WHO: @rivcrlethe WHEN: immediately following Bil's Instagram post WHERE: Lethe Ink
Actually, Kaan realized as he walked to the tattoo shop, this wasn't the first time he'd tried to get a tattoo. Now that he was thinking about it, he (kind of) remembered stumbling into a 24/7 tattoo parlor with his college mates back in Manchester, daring each other about what to get...only to find out how expensive it was, and that the owner refused to work on anyone who'd been drinking, and had seen right through their claims that they weren't. They'd had a bit of a row getting kicked out, and Kaan had promptly forgotten about the whole thing until now.
But this was better, right? Seeing the post on Instagram, in broad daylight when the strongest thing he'd had to drink was a Fanta with lunch at Eira's, and when he could grab the envelope of cash he'd won at last weekend's match and know he still had plenty in the bank for necessities? This was almost responsible.
So, as he pulled open the door of the shop, he flashed the person inside a bright grin. "Hiya," he said, "I saw your post. Are you still taking walk-ins?"
