Another comic up far too late. It didn't turn out quite as I wanted to, but I didn't really want to spend much more time lingering over this page. Note for the future though, I need to work on drawing bottles. Because I'm gonna need to draw a lot more of them. AWW YEAH OLD TIMEY DRUNKENNESS.
"Fun Fact"- when I was younger, if I knew I had a playdate on a given day, I would hide somewhere in my house after telling my mom that upon my playmate's arrival they should come looking for me. There were times when she was like, "Mitchell, they aren't coming for another two hours." But in all my determined, stubborn, fuck-everyone-else-because-I-am-smart-and-therefore-right-ness, I would hide there, and wait and wait and wait in the darkness of my selected location until my companion did eventually arrive and find me.
In some respects I have a lot in common with Marie in terms of bullheaded bullshit like this. I imagine she's been sitting there in that exact position since the hands on the clock were straight and the numbers actually meant something.
Also, I wish I could unsee the phone on the table next to her as being a "special toy" wearing a sombrero.
Going to try to make twice-a-week updates. This story is embarassingly lagging, and that is the absolute bare minimum I need to be putting in. Dangit, Bobby. Sometimes I hate college.
Awww, your story reminded me of something from John Finnemore's Souvenir Programme! "'You will find the young master in the drawing room' - said the butler, therefore ruining a perfectly good game of hide-and-seek." XD
@Oly-RRR: LOL. That's a great one-liner!
Gah! I forgot about her!