Who: Ophelia and Rue When: Afternoonish Where: Wild Cathedral
Rue pretty much lived for days like this, with the heat and the sun glaring down on him. It left him torn between lounging in a chair somewhere with a beer when he finished work and getting the shit he needed to do done while it was made somewhat enjoyable. However, he was pretty sure he needed to get food for Spike, so lounging would have to be enjoyed later.
He'd left work, leaving closing up in to what he assumed was a capable employee by the fact that so far they'd never been robbed and all his stuff there was still accounted for. His car was at home in his driveway, something wrong with the engine that Rue needed to get checked out, which left him walking instead of driving in the vague direction of where he thought the pet store was while lighting up a smoke. Spike had claimed what was considered by the animal his rightful place on Rue's shoulder, and Rue got to hear some weird narrative about the people he passed by as he walked.
Rue was fairly sure he took a wrong turn somewhere along the line because he didn't remember the tattoo shop he came across being there. He raised his sunglasses up a little, looking at the shop. He'd had that itch lately, that vague feeling under his skin that came along before he tended to gift himself with a tattoo. The problem lately was figuring out where to put a tattoo when most places already had a tattoo. He shot a look toward Spike then towards the shop again before he stubbed out his cigarette and walked in. Walking in didn't mean he had to get one, right? Wrong, he'd absolutely end up with at least an appointment to come in later before he left the shop.