Cheshire & Han
"Yes! Finally!" Cheshire threw his head back as he shouted, throwing the paint brush he was holding at the table next to him. He grabbed the small crystal bottle that was sitting next to his paint supplies and took a large drink of the whiskey he kept in the bottle.
It was two in the afternoon, and the sky outside was clear and bright. It left the tall man to stow himself in his 'studio', throwing paints at a no longer blank canvas. He had picked up painting after he had stopped using, and he knew that Han was much happier with this past time.
Setting the bottle back down gently, Adam grabbed the rag on the table and began wiping the wet paint from his hands as he made his way into the kitchen. He needed some coffee, as he had spent all morning with his canvas. Seeing Han sitting at the bar, he grinned and leaned over the counter, his face close to the other man's.
"I finally finished. That makes this collection complete, and I already have the buyer lined up. We'll have the money faster than the paint dries~" Winking, the man grinned, ignorant to the paint smudges he was leaving on the counters and cupboards.
