RP for laws_of_dawes
Saturday night, in Hong Kong for senseofliberty's little shindig.
They're crazy. They must be. Well, perhaps more drunk than crazy but certainly both. But Martha hasn't been drunk in twenty-two years. An impulsive, arguably foolish decision is to be expected.
Nonetheless, with nearly eight Cosmos between them, taken by their exotic surroundings and uncharacteristically determined to prove that they're not the good girls everyone makes them out to be, Martha Kent and Rachel Dawes decide to make a very, very bold move.
It's true, Rachel wasn't sure how serious Martha was at first, when she all but dared herself, and her much younger clone, to get a tattoo. But she soon learned differently. And suddenly they were stumbling into a somewhat sketchy tattoo parlor a few blocks from the hotel.
"Okay, Mini-Me," Martha says, struggling to stand upright. "These good girls are about to go bad."
They're crazy. They must be. Well, perhaps more drunk than crazy but certainly both. But Martha hasn't been drunk in twenty-two years. An impulsive, arguably foolish decision is to be expected.
Nonetheless, with nearly eight Cosmos between them, taken by their exotic surroundings and uncharacteristically determined to prove that they're not the good girls everyone makes them out to be, Martha Kent and Rachel Dawes decide to make a very, very bold move.
It's true, Rachel wasn't sure how serious Martha was at first, when she all but dared herself, and her much younger clone, to get a tattoo. But she soon learned differently. And suddenly they were stumbling into a somewhat sketchy tattoo parlor a few blocks from the hotel.
"Okay, Mini-Me," Martha says, struggling to stand upright. "These good girls are about to go bad."