Hurr Hurr, here's some alleged "art."

Okay, in keeping with yet another aborted project that's not so much aborted as it is constantly interrupted by the shit I do to keep me nourished and sheltered and occasionally liquored and well-traveled as a nameless statistic here in Los Scandalous, here's the latest iteration of Coffee Shop Girl, as seen in Scooter's latest comic.

Or will be seen, since the gods of the machine have decided to make me their chew toy for a few days.

Hi there!  What do you need?

Now, this iteration is a combination of the first two meatspace sketches, plus the scene/hipster short-haired chick sketch in Photoshop, plus bits and pieces of of what Scooter finds aesthetically desirable, and what I consider teh HAWT.  Pretty tricky, considering he tends to go for brunettes and I prefer blondes.

This impasse was broken one fateful evening in Fort Collins after a few beers and an ill-advised milkshake on my part, when random reveler girl decides that she'd love to "jam" and "rock out" with us for a wee bit.  Said reveler seemed to be some sort of cosmic embodiment of Coffee Shop Girl both in character and aesthetic.

Neither of us had considered the "Dark Skinned Red-Head" trope until now, but combined with random girl's vivaciousness and alcohol-fueled friendliness, it seemed to be the perfect match.

And just as quickly as this Avatar of CSG entered our lives, she just as suddenly disappeared, and between the libation, the wings, and the milkshake that would drop a cow at fifty paces, I was in no condition to look for her again.

Just as well.  Whatever bit of the universe was at work that night gave us a little something to work on, and I hope that my sub-par artistic abilities were adequate enough to capture a fraction of that spirit.