My Gear, lend me a pencil?✔️

Why the hell not?

One by one they came. Crowding around the bar as curiosity and excitement continued to build.

"She found it?!"

"Let ME see!!"

"Shit YES! Be sure to get my good side."

"WHEN DOES SHE GET TO ME?"

"Yo man, not in my ear."

"Hey, she finished another one!"

Baird just sat staring in disbelief. What the hell has gotten into them!? These were cold-blooded killers, ugly nasty ner-do-wells and vicious hounds! Oh, and the rest of Delta too.

Baird scoffed. All she was doing was drawing, drawing. And she had somehow gotten the whole building's attention! She simply can't be that good. The blonde looked back to his note book, unfinished long division waiting patiently to receive the attention it deserves.

'I should have kept my big mouth shut.' He thought himself. 'Now everyone is over here, shouting and screaming like God damn freaks!'

A heavy-set bearded man took the seat near Jessie, startling the blond out of his thoughts. The man smoothed out his scruffy hair, 'gussying up' before building up the courage to talk to the young woman.

"Hey Miss Jessie, can you make me look like... Uhhh... some type of superhero?" The Man spoke in a thick southern drawl. Not the common attractive kind that you'd normally hear, no, the gross nasty kind that sounds like the personification of an overflowing spittoon. Hell, the guy looked like a damn spittoon. Baird took note of the man's dirty clothing and cringed. The smell of Motor oil and cigarettes clung to him heavily, slightly burning the blonde's nose. It was by far much less appealing than whatever Jessie was wearing, that's for sure. Speaking of which-

Jessie looked at the man, eying him head to toe. She then reached out, pressing her fingertips to his jaw tilting is head slightly. Baird almost choked on his own spit.

'sHe tOUttChEd tHE fUckInG SpITtoOoN!?'

Jessie hummed in thought, nodding her head. "Maybe." She spoke as she quickly turned around in her barstool. "Your face looks weird in this light, but I can make it work ok good stuff."

The man blush slightly, looking back at a table full of people as if to say: "I am SO gonna fuck her tonight." Baird felt his skin crawl as he watched the man return to his table. That guy just looked all sorts of fucking nasty, despite his best efforts. How could Jessie even think about touching him! Let alone get close to him. The man just felt like bad news.

Baird cought himself glaring at the man and forced himself to turn back around In his barstool. His blue orbs briefly meeting Jessie's brown ones before she quickly looked away. Was she looking at him? Baird shook his head and looked back to his own paper. It's not like he cared about the chick or anything, but hell!

'She probably wouldn't know if a man was trying to hurt her like that,' Baird reasoned, his eyes scanning the crowd. He noticed when most of the men were up there they tried to start conversation with the brunette. They were polite and kept their distance from her, as if something bad would happen if they got close. 'I wonder if someone tried getting frisky with her before?'

Baird stopped as he noticed Joey bring out another strange bottle. He tilted his head in confusion as he read the label. 'Soda? In a bar? What kind of shit sucking idiot drink soda anyway?' He watched as the friendly bartender gently place the bottle in front of Jessie, working tirelessly on her new portrait. Baird mentally facepalmed.