-Big time jump... night of the auction, Morgan's studio-<br/><br/>The door was locked and the music boarder on deafening. Morgan was inside. His latest appearance at one of Aline's functions not quite reaching fiasco level before he left. He was still wearing pants, a miracle, but was now shirtless and with cigarette successfully lit, hanging from his mouth. The camera's were all put away and stored, tonight he was totally going to do something different, and several cans of paint had been placed about a large peace of stretched canvas on the floor.<br/><br/>he was about to make a mess.<br/><br/>The inner child, the disturbed and mental thing that, cackled with glee. The entire event in the basement had already been forgotten and he had been given another get out of boredom card. Which was immediately used.<br/><br/>A fifth of beam sat on a desk nearby, cap still on and mostly forgotten as his happily dazed ass began to envision the piece before him. Nothing could stop him now