#drunkboi

💦❤️ What does their love/sex life look like, if any?Alcinder: “Aye, there once was a lass I was steady with – set on to grow th’ farm with her, too. I’ve always had a dream to set up shop somewhere in th’ Shiverpeaks, and she was th’ one to help put it in motion. Put some cubs in ‘er, sell my skills, open up a tavern, cook with ‘er –” He scratches his chin in rumination, brow furrowing in displeasure. “Yet I fucked that relationship up too. Married to the forge now, aye?” His visage shifting to a smirk, he laughs heartily bringing open palms down on his knees. “Got my whole life ahead o’ me, course there’re a few drunk flings here ‘n there! Who needs attachment? Bachelor for life, aye?”

🙅 Who do they consider their enemy(ies)? Alcinder: “Hrmm, cain’t really say I have many – past business partnerships, relationships maybe… Th’ Bartender over at Three Legion’s Court probly would want m’head on the wall, th’ amount o’ times I’ve dashed out on a bill, hah.”    

When you see more humanity in a crack head than a yuppie bitch, you know some shit.

I get drunk n' think bout all the fucked up things the elite slip into tight and dripping cheerleading uniforms for consumption like cornbread samples at some burbia market all smiles and Dr. Dope.

Walk an alley alone like a spirit walk in some expanding desert eventually Mars, currently cheap property.

Greasy buttons under ugly red fingers scrambling eggs for gold.

So, a while ago I did the doodle of this guy. Then I decided he’s an undercover cop and wanted to draw him healthy so here ya guys go.