Utterly Mad

"Dang alkies..." Flynn mutters under his breath. The view was outstanding tonight; darkness' shade was starting to be cast over Lockjaw, and the stars twinkled like cat eyes amidst the blackness above. Flynn gave the slightest of a smile to himself, before adjusting the stetson hat atop his head.

With that, Flynn went to took the axles back to the wagon. They'd gotten the job done pretty quick today; Flynn's mouth was already drooling somewhat at the thought of dinner.