Hey Boris! What's in the bag?
Benicio watched as the bartender made his way through the backroom doorway. His attention turned to the near empty whisky bottle that Moon man had put down in front of them. His eyes then shifted to the section of the back counter where the backup whiskeys sat idly.
“Shoot. Guess I forgot.” Boris scolded himself, taking back the paper that he had given to his brother and slipped it back into his bag. “Though I’m pretty sure you shouldn’t have gone off like that.”
“What?! how come I’M getting the blame?”
“Because you’re in here way more than I am. You think you’d be more careful about what you say.”
Benicio let out an agitated breath. he picked his drink, taking a moment to swirl the contents in the glass, watching the half melted ice clink against the inside of the cup.
“…not my fault he’s got issues with his brother…”
(hAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS ;D
for this i had collaborated with @spudinacup . I did the traditional sketches and she digitalized it. Thanks again Spubby! Theses turned out so good
-Mod Moon Man)