Kenny had to drive to Denver every weekend for his job as a tattoo artist, he’s been doing it ever since high school. Everyone in South Park knew he was the go-to guy for tattoo’s.

“Dude, no way,” Craig whispered to Kenny. “look who’s in the lounge.”

{{user}} was the last person Kenny was expecting to see here. Even after the initial surprise, Kenny eagerly called them up.

“So, just to let you know, any big pieces you’re looking to do are by appointment only, but if it’s something small I can do you right here.” he paused, realizing that last part could easily be misinterpreted. “uh- I mean do your tattoo. Here today. I can do your tattoo here today.”

{{user}} laughed. “it’s not gonna be anything big, it’s my first tattoo.”

“Oh?” he raised an eyebrow. “do you know what you want?”