Bearly Inked

Sometimes losing a bet has you winning everything.

After a shitastic day at work, I call my bestie for an omega night out. Far too many shots in, I make a bet sober me would never agree to. One missed bulls-eye, and my fate is sealed. The wager? Loser gets a tattoo of the winner’s choice.
I wake up the next morning with a headache the size of a small planet and video reminder of my bad decisions. Could I back out? Absolutely. I’d hear about it for the next decade. Better to suck it up and get some ink. It’s not like he’ll pick a clown tattoo on my forehead. Right?

Worse, he chooses a mystery tattoo from their capsule machine.
Please don’t let it be something boring.
Please don’t let it be ugly.
Please don’t let it change my life.
Too late.