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GreyOfPTA — Drinking On A Bridge
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Published: 2019-03-05 16:45:27 +0000 UTC; Views: 13307; Favourites: 94; Downloads: 9
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Concept art for Millie's debut comic book, 'Rubber Luck'.Related content
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Aries sat beside Millie on the bridge overlooking the water.
"You'll bounce, you know." The blue wolf mumbled as she set a cold beer next to the duck and popped her own open.
"What...?" Millie asked, her lachrymose moment interrupted by the mercenary.
"Off the water. If you're thinking about jumping. You'll just bounce." Aries noted.
"I'm not thinking about jumping! I just like the view. And I liked the privacy." The duck grumbled, but opened the beer and took a pull.
"Had to ask. You've got a somber look. Kinda clashes with the cheerful, sunny yellow of your outfit." Aries observed as she drank her own.
"Only thing that won't shred up when I do my thing... the material won't dye." Millie sighed.
"Kind of like you, huh?" Aries asked.
"What...?"
"You won't die either."
"D-Y-E, wise-ass. But... I guess I'm not. At least not anytime soon." Millie said, staring down at the water. She frowned, then looked over at Aries. "Did you ever want to jump?"
Aries laughed. "Me? Maybe before I got a preview when I went to Hell. Ironically, as depressed as it makes me, suicide is the furthest thing from my thoughts as possible. That's why I drown my demons with help from Mr. Hooch." She said, waggling her beer bottle.
"Not a bad numbing agent." The duck grunted.
"Rage is a hell of an anesthetic too." Aries said, her glove creaking around the bottle as she squeezed. "Lots of things wrong in this world. Only people like us can help it."
"I didn't ask for this though. You chose to do your thing. Went to Hell, saved that kid, became some big, damn, scary legend. I just wanted to become an airship pilot... I do heroism too, but after eight years of it, I'm no less a laughing stock now than I was before. Except now... now it's worse! People PITY me!"
"How so...?"
"They see how bad a raw deal I got and it's clear that no matter what I do, no matter how many people I save or how good I do, people will always see either the drunk or the big, stupid balloon."
"Who said you had to quit on your dream of becoming a pilot?" Aries asked.
"I've got a "gift" now. It's a waste not to use it. Right...?"
The wolfess shrugged. "I can't answer that for you, Millie... I have a lot of talents that could be a good contribution to society, but I don't do them because it's not what I want to do as a career."
"What are you saying?"
"Just that.... if you want to do something, don't feel like you can't or shouldn't just because you're able to do something else better. All the talent in the world doesn't amount to a hill of beans if you can't be passionate about it. If you can't be passionate about it, you'll drag tail, drink yourself into a nightly coma and... hang out on bridges talking to a feared mercenary about your feelings."
"What if I'm passionate about helping people?" Millie asked pointedly. "What if I drink just to deal with the indignity?"
Aries stood up and stretched. "I've been on the business end of inflation myself a LOT... But there's more ways than that to help people. Big demand for pilots these days. Medivac and all."
"I'll think about it. But you know what they say.... old habits die hard." Millie grumbled as she finished the beer.
"True. But there's something to be said for the indomitable spirit." Aries said. "I've got a job needs doing though. Wanna come along? Heh... one good way of dealing with this thing is working with someone more pitiful than you."
"You? You're not pitiful, Aries." Millie snipped, frowning.
"Are you kidding? You have a house and people either love you or think you're hilarious. People who know me either want to kill me or shake my hand. And it's hard to tell from the outset which is which. You've got a relationship, steady work, people who care about you and have a decent life expectancy. C'mon. You'll have fun."
"Fine... but if we have to make a quick getaway, no pulling that stuff you pulled with Kristie, where you made her into a pursuit blimp..."
"No promises!"
[Been a loooooong time since I just hammered something random out on one of your Inflatabelle drawings 
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Isopropyl alcohol-- the breakfast of champions. I'm guessing she's a connoisseur and goes for the more full-bodied 90%, instead of the cheap, bottom-shelf 60-70% stuff.
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Ah, I see she's into the rubbing alcohol at this point.
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Stop making me feel all the feelings for your rubber duck! It’s too sad!
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Aww that's so sad, brilliant work though, looks incredible and really captures the emotion of the scene.
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