With much sound and fury, the biker gang had descended upon the beach.
Bad-ass umbrellas were propped up, hardcore towels laid down upon the sand and brütal beach balls breathlessly inflated.
With barbecues lit and hardcore punk playing on the stereo, the very intense beach party was ready to begin. Only... where was Boss?
They gathered around the changing booth where she had sequestered herself not long after arriving.
Murmurs from the group grew louder. Speculations as to what she might be wearing. Rude and tomboyish as she is, surely it must be be something tough!
Just as the crowd started to get rowdy, curtains were flung open!"Awright boys! Who wants to help with the suncream?!"
The plan is to try and revisit some older characters of mine this month. To start things off, thank
for bringing back 2014's punk dog lady.
Just something quick and rough to get back into the drawing mood. My excuse is that I drew this with a fever and a throat that felt like I'd been gargling pine cones.