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Solas punched in the code to clear the gate that allowed entry into Sergei's apartment complex. She swung the gate open after it chimed, and made her way along the path to the man's ground floor apartment. The woman had an appointment to get a tattoo, something that had been bouncing around her mind for a while until she decided it was time to make the commitment. The parlor was on the other side of the city though, so she was hoping that she could either A) borrow Sergei's Jeep (even though she knew that was a snowball's chance in hell) or B) ask her boyfriend to drop her off there.

Believe it or not, she loved spending time with him or something.

The man knew she was stopping by briefly---she had sent him a text, and upon arriving at his door, raised a hand and knocked.

A brow rose as she was greeted by the eldest of the Vetrov siblings at the door. She'd never seen anyone take up the door way before...and it was a novel experience for her to have to look up at someone. The pictures Nadia had shown her when giving her a refresher crash course on the family didn't do him justice. A corner of Solas' lips pulled up.

"If you always speak to people like they're dogs, then it's no wonder you're single."

Upon seeing a Husky nose push past the man's legs, Solas' expression brightened and she knelt, cooing softly to Noel in greeting. She briefly took the dog's face between her hands and brushed her thumbs over her cheeks. She let go, stood, and focused her attention back on the man.

"It's nice to finally meet you in person, Misha. I'm Solas."

And yes, the man did look like Sergei if he was taller, beefier, older, more Russian and never stopped doing No Shave November. Plus his eyes were a darker shade of blue than her Malysh's. It was incredibly amusing to see him.

He grinned, and she felt her lips pulling up a bit more in response. "It feels less like Nadia and I are keeping Sergei in line, and more like we're acting as your scapegoats, Misha." Though, according to Nadia, that hadn't been the case. Mama Vetrov was leaning even more on her eldest child since his return. She followed in after the man, smirking at his announcement of her arrival, and was not at all surprised to see what her boyfriend was up to. "Did you expect anything less, hm?" She asked the older Vetrov.

"Sergei." She greeted in return, fingers brushing Noel's head affectionately until she left her side. Solas didn't hesitate to take the drink Misha offered, raising it back to him in a salute of thanks before taking a sip. She took it over to Sergei's side, where she peered over his shoulder for a moment. "You know what's criminal, Malysh?" She asked, "How adorable yet sexy you look when you wear your readers." The woman smirked at him. "I'll skip the initial question I was going to ask, since I know the answer will be no, so instead, can you take me to the tattoo appointment?"

She was not offended by the refusal, and was ready to trudge through another round of public transportation, worst case scenario. Brows lifted at the suggestion though, and she appreciated the kiss none the less. "That's alright, Malysh." Solas assured. "The alternate solution you provided promises to be entertaining, so it's a win-win." She winked at him, and when Misha moved out of the room, she did do their coupley thing.

Solas reached to cup his face. She turned it up to her's, and crushed her lips to his. Just for one long moment, and then she pulled away and let him go. "Go forth and conquer~" The woman smiled at him, and then quickly moved to follow after Misha.

She caught up with him outside, giving Noel one last pet on her way by for now, and looked up at the man.

"I look forward to taking a ride in your hulking truck, Mishka---for I too, have wanted to dodge around town, like those in the Vetrov family." She smirked.

The truck was incredibly spacious, and Solas appreciated the room her legs had. She smirked at the reply, and really, it was true. She was also amused that Misha told her to buckle up. "What's the matter, Mishka? Don't want to tell your police officer brother that we were ignoring the law and not wearing seat belts?" Her's was on though, regardless of the tease.

The woman made a sound of affirmation when he asked his question, and as he started to drive, she fed him directions to the parlor when needed. "My first." Solas replied. "Possibly my only..." Lips pulled up at the corner a bit. "It's small and going on the inside of my wrist." She looked back at the man. "And you? Do you have any?"

It was very easy to talk to Misha. Solas found herself opening up quicker than she would have around other people. The man had quite a few things in his favor. Teased and teasing? Check. Knight? Check. Brother to Sergei and Nadia so right off the bat she knew he was solid? Check.

She smirked at his replies, and eyed his covered arms when he patted them. "May I see later?" Solas couldn't help but snort herself. "Ha. No, Mishka, if I was going to get Sergei's name that would definitely be a tramp stamp."

Solas leaned an elbow on the middle counsel, looking out the window. "Besides, unless you're getting mom tattooed on your skin, you don't tattoo someone's name. That's the kiss of death." A pause. "Do you have a mom tattoo on your sleeves? Maybe Mama V would warm up to you if you did." She grinned lightly at the man, brows lifting. There was a small paused before she asked, "So which one of you boys is her favorite son?" Solas then answered the question behind the question. "When we started dating---" In earnest, anyways, "Sergei said something to me that was very meaningful. Words to live by. So I'm getting that done." As a reminder.

"And it's not no."

Just to preemptively answer that before Misha asked.

She looked back at him and smirked. "I'll take you out to dinner. You can pick the place even."

Once they arrived though, got out of the truck, and entered the parlor, there was a shift in Solas' behavior. No longer in the privacy of Sergei's apartment and the cab of Misha's truck, the woman became more reserved and cool. It was still polite---just distant, as she greeted the other woman who would be doing her tattoo.

Matters settled, design ready to go, Solas found herself seated in the chair and the tattooing underway. The woman didn't stare at her wrist as the artist did her work though, and instead took to looking out the window at the cars rolling by outside. After a moment, she looked towards Misha. "So if you have two sleeves, is the word true, then? Once you get one, you become addicted and can't stop getting more?"

"You're also describing how it feels to date Sergei." She teased and gave the man a hint of a grin, but she liked his answer. It was amusing.

Solas had ended up booking her appointment for an hour and a half, but the artist finished early, due to the size and simplicity of the tattoo she wanted. Since it was a slow day, and there was time left in the reservation, the tattoo artist offered to take Misha on as well right then and there. Solas swapped seats with the man, lightly touched the plastic wrapped gauze over her wrist.

It brought her a great joy, seeing those words and the tiny little dipper constellation on her wrist. Solas' fingers continued to lightly touch the gauze pad in a sort of reverence at times, a soft smile pulling at the corners of her lips. The other times, she was admiring what she could see of Misha's tattoo sleeves because wow. They were impressive.

"Don't worry, Mishka." She assured. "I'll still buy the cow even though I'm getting the milk for free."