#drinking break

digital drawing of Wax and Wayne in a big room, made with scratchy dark brown lines and soft warm and cool browns and grays for the shading. Wax stands straight and tips his head bag to drink from a hip flask, gun ready in his right hand, while he glares into the direction of the viewer with the visible eye. Wayne is seated in front of him, casually lounging on some wooden boxes. He hold a metal tankard in one hand and sucks some of its content from the index finger of the other hand. One of his dueling canes hangs from his lower arm, the handle of its twin can be made out at his hip away from the viewer side. On a barrel next to him stands a similar tankard. In the back the room looks vaguely chaotic and disorderly. There is a row of windows to the right, but their bars seem out of shape and some of the glass panes might be shattered. A tipped table lies on the floor to the left, a half-detached chandelier dangling above it.