Asher
Ruby’s tattoo parlor was a go-to place if I wanted to get a tattoo done. I liked the ambiance but, I liked the owner better.
“Asher Gray,” the pink-haired girl grinned at me before giving me a hug. She wore her trademark black goth-like clothes with that creepy black lipstick, and I think there were more piercings covering her than the last time I saw her.
“Ruby,” I smiled, hugging her back. “It’s been too long.”
“Any more space on that hot bod for tattoos?” she smirked. “Or piercings?”
“Still plenty left,” I laughed.
Once upon a time, I used to have a crush on this woman. Logan and Noah brought me here to get me my first tattoo on my fourteenth birthday. Ruby did it, and she was still as she was back then. For some reason, I was in awe of her and hence would pop in now an
