I'm not done with the toony stuff, not even by a little bit! This is a continued study of a more cartoony style and learning how best to integrate it into NSFW content. This is uncharted territory for me and to be honest, I haven't had this much fun drawing in quite some time. It's an understatement to say that learning this style has reignited a passion in me that was beginning to fade.

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"Fine! I'm going, I'm going. No need to call the cops."

With a less than gentle shove at my back I find myself outside of TE with no drink and more importantly no cigarettes. Stupid clerk, can't cut a girl a break? Jackass even groaned when I walked up to the counter. No need to be rude.

The agitation is plain on my face. I force my mouth into it's usual smirk as I take in the clear skies over town. I can fix this. I'm a smart girl. Just across the street I see my answer, eyes lost in her phone, not paying attention. A perfect target. What better way to deal with my own problems than make them someone else's?

Crossing the street, I catch up to Sarah and tap her on the shoulder. "Heya, fancy meeting you outside of class."

She stops and turns to me, a look of wariness quickly falling into one of panic. "Amber!? What are... I wasn't... don't."

"Hey hey, shh. I'm not gonna hurt ya. Yet. Just hear me out, alright? See that store over there? I need you to go in there and get me a pack of Old Starboards in the slims, menthol. Think you can do that for me?"

She looks past me and into the store. The social anxiety bearing down on her like an ton of bricks. "We can't buy cigarettes, Amber. What makes you think they'll sell them to me anyways? We're the same age!"

"C'mon, it's all how you present yourself. The clerk knows me. Everyone does. Hell my photo is up on the wall with a big red 'BANNED' stamped over it. But he doesn't know you. You're a nobody. Just walk up to him, pretend like you know what you're doing and it'll be fine."

I can only imagine the war waging back and forth in Sarah's head right now. On one side, the fear of being caught trying to buy cigarettes. On the other, the fear of me.

"This is stupid! I'll get caught immediately. No! I won't do it, just flag down some adult going in to do it for you." As if that's all that was required, she turns to walk away. Clearly the fear of me simply isn't strong enough. I should fix that.

"I think I see what the problem is. You just need motivation! Tell you what, let's make a game out of it. I'll give you a 10 second head start. All you have to do is keep your nose out of my asshole for the next three minutes from when I say go and I'll give up and get someone else to be my helper. But if you lose, then you have to get your ass in the store and do what I said!"

Her eyes widen as she takes a step back. "You... you're kidding. Everyone in the store will see, the cars driving by will see!"

"How certain are you of that? Certain enough to just stand there and call my bluff? Certain enough to waste your 10 second head start? 10... 9..."

"You can't just... jump someone in broad daylight!"

"8... 7..."

"You... you..." She bolts. Turning away and sprinting as fast as her little legs can go. I continue the count, no point in rushing things after all. She gets smaller and smaller into the distance as I near closer to one. It's funny really, if she had just stood there I couldn't have done anything. Too many eyes. The street she's running down now has plenty of tree cover. Idiot, shoulda trusted her gut.

"Go."

I begin running.

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