I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late Who: Quentin James and Nixie Pearl When: Afternoonish Where: By the river, at least to start
The last time Quentin had gone to any sort of waterfront to sketch for a while, he'd been attacked by a demon. Granted, nothing had been heard from the demons in a while, and they'd lifted the curfew on the town that day, but the memory was still pretty fresh in his mind. As he climbed out of his Mustang, his free hand went up to his neck, absentmindedly tracing the now-faded marks from where the demon had clawed him. Yeah, he was never taking on one of those things on again, thank you very much.
He kept having to remind himself that this wasn't Maine, and therefore it wasn't like he was living right on the waterfront anymore. It took him close to an hour of driving to get to the river, not because it was that far away, but because Quentin got turned around, again. One of these days he was going to buy the damn GPS already, or actually use the one in his phone. Right now, it didn't matter. He had his sketchbook in hand, a handful pens to go with it, and no other big plans for the day.
Taking a seat by the river's edge, Quentin slipped his flip flops off and let his feet fall into the water. It wasn't the ocean, but at least it was something. He'd take what inspiration he could get as he opened to a fresh page in his sketchbook.