Romano Bautista

“I killed her!!” Romano Bautista screamed.

His foul breath stank of the several vodka shots that he had literally inhaled all evening.

“I killed her in my head the moment she left with that peso-flinging underwear model.”

His body swayed uncertainly, but the micron pen in his hand moved steadily and seamlessly across the blank sheet of paper.

A shape emerged – two dragons locked in an eternal moonlit embrace.

When the pen finally stopped moving, the stunning girl dragon looked up adoringly at her mate – who by the way looked deceptively like the young artist slumped unceremoniously on the barstool.