The Struggle of the Smuggle

OK!! I have realized I've never drawn Evil Rick. MAN!!! He is fun to draw. Look at that lil scar. Yum.

He captured you and now he will tie you up!!! :----9999

I believe that this Rick would be such a masochist tho HAH ("do your worst!!" cit.), but for the sake of my imagination, this time he is using you for intel or something, SO YOU BETTER NOT MOVE!!!

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instead of doing homework I sat on the nice green grass and drew wasp husband

Credits: photo 1, photo 2

are u guys hearing this

[Continuing from HERE] [@evil-rick-e-626]

"So... How would you feel if I stayed here tonight? Nothing funny; we stay in separate rooms. But that way, I can see that you go to bed." She was pushing her luck and she knew it, but there was just too much temptation to call his bluff.

On the way to the bar, E points towards a machine. "Last time we played that game." It was Bubble Bobble, but he and K had played more than that. "Ah, and there is a fighter game. I'll remember we get here then." Arriving at the counter E ordered for them: "A long margarita for the lady and I'll have a white Russian."

When there drinks came up, Ricky thanked the bartender and put a tip in the jar. She looked over her novelty cup. It was a fun neon pink with the name of the arcade written down the length in holographic letters. There were images of game characters plastered all over. The straw was bendy with a little smiling cat as the cover cap.

She took a sip of the frozen beverage inside.

"Mm, they mix 'em good here; tropical fruit." She didn't mention it but the burn of the alcohol was also plenty noticeable which she appreciated.

They made their way back to the machine they came across earlier and set their drinks down to a nearby small counter.

She browsed the character selection carefully when they approached the machine. After a minute, she chooses a cute girl in a blue dress with buns in her hair.