#oldmcncy

      Things had, admittedly, taken a turn for the worse. After Jimmy finished yelling obscenities at the police officer behind the desk at the end of the hall, he sat down. The holding cells, Jimmy thought, were worse than prison. 

[Text: Alyx] Heya sexy! I miss ya 😍 [Text: Alyx] Was wonderin if ya’d like to go out again sometime maybe? [Sending image file...]

                    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐘   𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐊   𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍,   𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒   𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐗’   𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒   𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑   𝐎𝐅   𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒   –   and   worse   is   only   its   ability   to   sway   her,   charcoal   eyes   incapable   of   tearing   their   gaze   AWAY   from   swaying   hips.   She   doesn’t   frequent   strip   clubs   for   that   very   reason,   dislikes   the   way   she   is   looked   at.   But   the   private   party   in   the   back   of   the   restaurant   is   something   ELSE;   it’s   just   Alyx   and   her   and   the   grinding   of   TEETH   when   the   mercenary   leans   down   to   give   her   a   kiss.   She   knows   exactly   how   to   wrap   her   around   her   finger;   it’s   a   PROBLEM,   but   one   she   isn’t   willing   to   deal   with   until   later.   Instead,   hands   come   to   pull   the   young   woman   by   her   waist,   a   small   GROAN   exiting   the   depths   of   her   throat   when   she’s   pressed   flush   against   her   lap.     “   I   was   trying   to   have   a   date   —   ”     it’s   a   meaningless   remark.   Nobody   COMPARES   to   Kain.     “   You   really   just   want   me   to   yourself,   huh?   ”  

𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 : 𝙰𝙻𝚈𝚇.

I think I might have overestimated my speed and it seems it’ll be 1 drawing/day lmao 

I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to go traditional or digital media, so... mixed media it is! (pencil, Xperia Sketch, Pixlr for effects) 

Travis fiddled with the tie around his neck, sweat dripping down his pulsing veins. In a moment of stress, he stripped himself of the tie, tossing it aside. Who was he trying to kid? He already probably looked like a fool, dressed to the nines in a suit that was tailored to his body yet still felt like it didn’t properly fit. Like it was a costume, not meant for him. He fiddled wit his phone, twirling it in his hand, his text thread with Adele kept open like he was going to lose his nerve and tell her to turn around and go back home. He managed to not chicken out, waiting for her outside the restaurant. A five-star establishment with not just one, but thee Michelin stars. A seafood establishment where the menu hailed entrees with names that Travis neither recognized or knew how to pronounce. A nerve-ridden smile crossed his face when she rolled up, tossing her keys to the valet. “Hey,” he greeted. “Bet you thought I was joking when I dropped you that pin to meet me here, huh?”