yet another of devotion's casualties

to celebrate the 10th birthday of the show that rewired my brain and almost 7 years of me having to live with schrödinger's Flint, i decided to redraw a piece from 2017. this is a self-indulgent au where Madi convinces Silver not to shoot Flint/send Flint to Savannah and in stead they all run their little inn together okay? what's that? you're asking if Flint would be able to adjust to such a life? (would any of them?) of course he would, don't be silly, he could kick troublesome drunks out into the street, glare ominously at customers from behind the bar, pick fights, and threaten people who owe money :))) many happy returns to this fucking masterpiece