[ WP ] Everyone has a unique tattoo/marking that they are born with , it 's exactly the same as their soul mates .

# #'' The Usual'' 
 
 `` So how was work?'' Genevieve asked, as she sat on the couch, munching on cheese curls and watching the latest episode of a rather interesting crime drama. She paused the recording, knowing that Aria still had yet to finish the first season. This episode contained few spoilers, but it was especially character-driven, and Aria had n't even met half of the current cast. 
 
 `` The usual. Hire a guy, fire a guy,'' Aria answered morosely as she placed her coat on the rack by the door. `` More of the latter these days.'' 
 
 `` Recessions. What can ya do, right?'' Genevieve gestured to the TV. `` You wan na get caught up?'' 
 
 `` Nah.'' 
 
 `` How'bout a game?'' 
 
 `` Sure... What were we doing? Dragon Keep?'' Aria asked, muttering the question more to herself than to Genevieve. She looked up at her wife, and asked, `` Where's Tanya? I'll need someone to Res me.'' 
 
 `` Still have shit for guns, eh? She went out to get some milk; she'll be back in a few.'' 
 
 Aria sat down next to Genevieve, and leaned against her heavily-tattooed shoulder. Genevieve reached over and pulled Aria closer, grasping the matching abstract pattern on her shoulder. Everyone in the world was born with a tattoo somewhere on their upper body -- usually their chest, back, or an arm -- and each person's tattoo matched that of their predestined soulmate. Whether they were upstanding citizens or murderous sociopaths, a pair of people with identical birth-tats were guaranteed to find happiness together. 
 
 Genevieve could hear Aria's jaws grinding together, and see her brows and fists tightening in frustration. Aria's job was stressful, soulless, and generally unfulfilling, but today must have been especially awful. 
 
 `` Let it out, Aria.'' 
 
 `` I'm just so *sick* of the looks we get all the time! Everyone else can talk about'my husband' this,'my wife' that, but I ca n't talk about *us* without people just... getting things in their heads!'' Aria did n't hear a key turning in the front door lock as she continued, `` I'm just so goddamn *sick* of everyone ogling at me! There is n't anyone in my building who ca n't walk into my office without watching a third-rate porno in their heads starring yours truly! I'm a fucking *person* and I want to be treated like one -- is that so fucking much to ask for?!'' 
 
 She felt a familiar hand clamp down on her non-tattooed shoulder, and heard Tanya's sultry voice behind her, saying, `` They can dream all they want, but they'll never have the real thing.'' Aria felt the couch shift as Tanya leapfrogged over the back, brushing against her side as she landed. `` Hey, Genny, who's that guy with Finch?'' 
 
 `` We'll have to watch it later. Aria's still got ta catch up.'' 
 
 `` Ah. Maybe a game or two, then? Where were we... Badass Crater?'' 
 
 `` Dragon Keep,'' Aria corrected her. 
 
 `` Righto.'' Tanya gave Aria a quick kiss on the cheek before standing up. `` Get the game set up. I'll get us some snacks.'' 
 
 `` I've already got cheese curls!'' Genevieve said. 
 
 `` Cheese curls are for bitches!'' Tanya shot back, grinning as she walked to the kitchen pantry. Aria looked at the familiar bundle of blue squiggles and circles on Tanya's shoulder, before letting her gaze fall a few feet. She smiled to herself as she absentmindedly rubbed a finger over the three gemstones on her wedding ring.
