» she saw the pictures and painted them

[thenormalsquint]

Who: Angela and You. YES, YOU!
What: Come be drawn like one of her French girls.
Where: A street corner a few blocks away from the inn.
When: Early Misdi afternoon
Warnings: The warning is... it's Angela.



On this chilly, yet sunny afternoon, Angela Montenegro can be seen walking down on of Baedal’s many streets, dragging behind her is a little red wagon filled to the brim with art supplies. Where she got the wagon isn't important; what is important, however, is what Angela's planning on doing with the equipment.

Setting up is done quickly and easily with the finesse of a pro (this isn't her first rodeo, kids.) One sketchpad is placed on an easel and flipped to a clean page where Angela scribbles in thick black marker:

ART DONE BY PARIS TRAINED ARTIST – 6 SHEKELS EACH PORTRAIT

She stands back and eyes her handiwork before an almost evil grin spreads across her face. And in smaller, but not too small, letters, Angela writes the words:

NUDES ARE WELCOME. 1 MARK.

And in even smaller letters:

PLEASE HELP ME NOT STARVE. SUPPORT THE ARTS!

And in almost illegible letters towards the bottom right corner of the page:

Please? I don't want to do death masks anymore. ):

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[caballero]

That gets a laugh out of him, though it's brief and still quiet. And because there's no cover in the world that'll get him to actually talk about his dick to a stranger, he swerves into the perhaps even more ill-advised retort of: "...Well, considering where we are, wouldn't you be worried somebody had tentacles?"

Why, Bruce.

[thenormalsquint]

That's okay. Angela will just talk about his and other people's dick for them both. Also their breasts, vaginas, and pretty much every other part as well.

"Do you have tentacles?" Angela answers a question with a question and raised eyebrows because right now, his is only really the only body she's concerned about.

[caballero]

"No." He's not against tentacles if you're supposed to have them, but let's just, you know, clear that up here.

And lo, the bill is exchanged for the sketch. If Angela decides to notice he wrote down his number on it later... who knows. If she ever calls, maybe he'll pick up, maybe he won't. He'd probably like to, but one never knows with Bruce's mysteriously oscillating social ennui.

"Thanks."

[thenormalsquint]

"Then there's nothing for me to worry about." For now. "And no, thank you."

For the money and the number she notices on the bill. He can expect a call sometime soon. Maybe a text. Late at night. Yeah, Angela's that kind of woman.

[caballero]

So that went well. Somehow.

Bruce raises the rolled up sketch in a little gesture that's both a salute in thanks and farewell.

"Take care."

And he's off.