it was late, you and your friends had been out drinking, having a good time. somehow in you and your friends' drunken stupor, you spontaneously agreed to a tattoo.

stumbling into the 24-hour tattoo parlor, you were met with a tall, handsome man covered in a variety of his own tattoos, dark curly black hair, and icy blue eyes.

"i'm helen," he greeted, "i'll be your artist tonight. follow me."