GUNT takes his personal space seriously. He would never tolerate being in that close of a vicinity to someone (unless there was some variety of action going down that is). Thing was, Danny was there first, and GUNT came along, came scuffing his shoes down the alleyway, having a smoke and meandering closer. He was working his way down and across and back, generally behaving funny. Definitely on edge and obviously trying to figure a way to get the gall of the billy vulture there, looking for the slightest excuse to stir up some trouble because his blood was running hot that night. Danny wasn't having any of it though. But GUNT's not used to being ignored, and that pisses him off more than anything.

GUNT's a ham. Immature. A loud-mouth and quick to violence. In short a goddamn cunt (hence the stupid nickname). His real name is Kevin McDowell, and he may or may not work at a donut factory.

Danny Cade's a vulture (with some possible flamingo in there) and works at an auto shop that does custom paint jobs. And tonight well, he's got at least 26 dollars in his hand. It's not a regular thing for him oh no no no. Mmmmhm.

Anyhoo there's some little situation that crept up in my braincase while half conscious last night.

I started coloring this but GRRRR. Colors eventually? Maybe?