Who: Artan and Petit What: Stuff Where: Places When: Nowish Warnings: Likely.
Artan had just finished working on the van, and that put him in a great mood. It was odd, knowing that the girl that wasn't even born yet was married... to a Turner. Then again, oh well, he figured they were good for each other, he'd met both of them, gave them both ink. The young Skwigelf was just as decent as the rest of them.
Weird love triangles confused him, so Artan moved from the garage to the kitchen, grabbing a beer. He wandered into the living room and sighed. "Why the fuck do I feel so old?" He grumbled, rubbing his forehead.