[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Fk2ePiZ.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/WNE8gEj.png?1[/img] [sub][color=gray]Location: Black Sunrise Mentions: [color=3041cb][b]Tate[/b][/color][@Lovely Complex][/color][/sub] [hr][hr][/center] [indent][indent]It was a good day. A bright, sunny day, especially by Boston’s springtime standards. Tish had opened up Black Sunrise this morning, as she did most days of the week, and she was now on lunch break. She had just finished eating at her favorite vegan restaurant downtown and was walking back to work with a bit of a surprise in her bag. Tish turned off of the main street and headed towards the block where her shop was located. Black Sunrise looked small from the outside, it wasn’t until you stepped in that you saw it in all of its glory. The front door opened to an immediate set of stairs, going up. At the top of the steps, there was a beaded curtain tied off to the left, and a coat rack. The tattoo shop itself had a pleasant, homey atmosphere, at least in Patricia’s opinion. The comforting sound of buzzing needles greeted you at the door, and the air was painted with the smoked spicy aroma of incense, which was gently burning at the front desk. At the front desk sat a heavily pierced art school grad named Mary, who was studying as an intern for the year in addition to managing the front desk duties. At their respective tattoo stations were Jessie, who specialized in colorwork and shading, and Victoria, whose strongest talent was portraits. Both were currently working on clients. [color=2E8B57][b]“Afternoon, my lovelies.”[/b][/color] Tish greeted her employees in a chipper tone. Before making her big reveal, she walked over to check out the pieces that Jessie and Victoria were working on. Jessie was inking a beautiful watercolor cherry blossom branch on a young woman’s foot, and Victoria was tattooing a little girl’s face onto a middle aged man’s shoulder blade. [color=2E8B57][b]“Awwe, how precious. Is that your daughter?”[/b][/color] She asked amiably, to which he replied with a positive confirmation. [color=2E8B57][b]“She’s gorgeous, you’re in good hands with Victoria, I can’t wait for you to see it!”[/b][/color] Tish praised the work and then looked to Victoria. [color=2E8B57][b]“Great job, Vi, as always.”[/b][/color] Tish then walked back to the front desk, where she had set her purse down. As she began to rifle through the bag for the white envelope she’d had hidden away in her apartment for a few weeks, she explained: [color=2E8B57][b]“Now, let it never be said that I am anything less than the best, most caring boss EVER!”[/b][/color] Tish pulled out the envelope and retrieved four tickets to tomorrow night’s masquerade. [color=2E8B57][b]“The first surprise is that tomorrow’s walk-in hours are cancelled, and the shop is closed for the Spring Festival. The second surprise is that I’ve gotten each of you tickets to SPECTRUM’s Masquerade tomorrow night. Even if you aren’t interested in finding your soulmates quite yet, it’s bound to be a banging party, so I expect to see you all there having a good time.”[/b][/color] After a few moments of sharing thanks and talking about what they might expect at the masquerade, including Victoria’s client’s touching story on how he met his entwined wife, Tish headed back to the back room with her own ticket. She set her bag and her spring coat down at her desk and retrieved her cellphone. Tish snapped a selfie of herself wearing a pouty face and holding her ticket to the masquerade below her chin, before writing up a text caption to send to her best friend. [quote]To: [color=3041cb][b]Tate the Great[/b][/color] [color=2E8B57][b]I know the club is working with SPECTRUM for this so I assume you’re going pls don’t make me go alone? :)[/b][/color][/quote][/indent][/indent]