Other than in the field of bartending, Jinah had never really considered herself as much of an artist. Admittedly, she was the self-professed Da Vinci of all stick figure drawings, but the growth of the potential of her creative flair came to a screeching halt there, much to her high school art teacher’s dismay.Today, though, Jinah felt as though her heart was pumping talent. Inspiration flowed through her veins readily and she was feeling giddy with adrenaline. Letting me catch you asleep only two days after that snotty little prank you played? Tsk. Bad decision.She lowered herself onto Flynn’s bed, brushing aside locks of ebony hair splayed out on his forehead gently with the pads of her fingertips. Her fingers released the handful of Sharpies she had been gripping, and they fell onto the duvet with a dull thud.Now, then. There was a plethora of colors to choose from - which would she pick first? Her fingers strayed towards the left, and she smiled. Perhaps delivering a tiny bit of justice was in order.Keeping the cap of the marker firmly locked between her teeth, Jinah traced his eyelids with its felt tip gleefully. Gone were the faint, fine lines of purple underneath translucent skin, masked over by a very calming shade of cornflower blue. She imagined that Flynn wouldn’t be very calm after returning to the realm of the living, though. She scrawled the words, ‘WORLD’S MOST SHAMELESS BREAKFAST PANCAKE THIEF' on his forehead. Beautiful.According to her coworkers, men wearing eyeliner was in trend now, and armed with black ink, she had to physically restrain herself from transforming him into a very bizarre, albeit adorable panda. She leaned back to survey her handiwork with a satisfied beam and spotted a lone red Sharpie dancing on the edge of the bed.She smiled. A very perfect color, for a very perfect plan.Delicately, Jinah began to draw resemblances of lipstick stains all over his cheeks and forehead. Flynn had always been complaining that modern women weren’t very attracted to his smolder, so she reasoned that she’d give him a little comfort.As she started on her second scarlet kiss, he began to stir, chest heaving and falling a hint quicker that she would have liked, and she began to panic. “Crap,” she mumbled, dropping the marker. She had barely gotten started! There was still the recipe for fried chicken she wanted to inscribe on his forearms (courtesy of Paula Deen), and there had been plans made to paint his fingernails a lovely bright pink after. She lunged for his hand, practically sprawled out across his lap trying to keep him still. Maybe if I just weigh the blanket down…"…What are you doing?" Eyes the color of coal regarded her from under hooded lids, and Flynn’s fingers captured Jinah’s wrist in a vice-like grip. He yawned, voice husky and coated with sleep, and she smiled innocently, surreptitiously tossing the marker out of his line of sight. Bless her forsaken soul. The beast had risen from its slumber."Nothing." She desperately wanted to cackle out loud, because he looked so RIDICULOUS but she dug her nails into her thighs and smiled so hard she felt as if her eyes were going to spontaneously combust from the pressure. Jinah kept her voice light, and pretended to play with his fingers instead. "You’re a light sleeper, huh? I was just, uh, taking measurements, because I’m, um, knitting oven mitts. For Christmas!""Light sleeper?" Flynn teased slyly, gesturing to their tangled limbs. "I was actually having a dream about a very cute girl I met on the streets the other day, and halfway through it felt as if a pregnant elephant had sat itself on my face. I guess we now know why."Jinah fumed internally. This little piece of… Without a word, she handed him the pocket mirror she had stowed in her back pocket with a sickeningly sweet smile.
