( starter based on the prompt : mj drawing gleb … for @ourdarkdivide ) artistic skills were hardly given fair use : she abused what talent she’d been given, opting out to graffiti and tattoos not even herself found visually pleasing. a spray-can is shaken, eyeing her one witness to, what would be, a petty crime. the illustration takes her no more than a few minutes, give or take, and once it’s completed -- approached by the stranger, it sure does resemble him as well. “ hey, if anything . . . you should be HONORED your face is immortalized at the backside of this fine establishment. ” pause. “ what iris roller rink DESPERATELY needed was your LOVELY MUG as an advertisement for . . . you know, if how you skate and fall onto one of their stale twizzlers, you can, too, have something similar to a GIANT STICK up your butt. ” spray-can slips back into her duffle-bag, and a hand finds his chest for a condescending pat. “ there’s really no need to thank me. ”











