Slight Monsterism Issue
Do kids get "BJ And The Bear" references? Yeah, they probably do
Previously, Baxter was taken a little aback by the revelation of what Veronica used to do for a living--well, still does. Well, is probably about to do--and had a little trouble keeping the ol' eighteen wheeler colourin’ between the lines.
Yes, phones in 2008 could go online, I checked. I did a fair amount of research to pick a year that was early enough but still plausible that Veronica could have an online presence. And then I assigned my wife the task of designing 24-year-old Veronica's 2008 outfit, which was far more important.
Happy New Year
Happy 2025! I've spent Christmas vacation making a few changes to the comic. Most of which you won't notice!
Some you will: the comic’s title is now simply Girls Out, which is much shorter and far less inscrutable as we’re five issues in and the thing still has yet to contain any detectives or agencies at all and only an unremarkable amount of twilight.
With the new title comes a new URL, girlsoutcomic.com, which will point directly to the most recent page. (Unless I’m running a kickstarter.) My art website hawkstonedraws.com also hosts the comic, of course, but first it bothers you with my portfolio and merch store and NSFW content.
Transcript
“Whoa!” Veronica cried, gripping the truck’s dashboard in her talons as it veered over the rumble strip. “Keep it on the road there, BJ And The Wolf!”
“You’re kidding!” Baxter gasped.
“I’m really not!”
“But! How—” the werewolf spluttered. “You mean human guys pay to…? What? What.”
Oh. “Not just guys,” Veronica grinned. “I’m an anyone-anything-anywhere sort of girl. But yeah, mostly guys, mostly human. Most of the time.”
“Oh—because you look human to them, right.” Baxter nodded, remembering the glamour.
“Nope. In my full pointy glory,” Veronica said, leaning forward suggestively. “You have questions. You can ask me, I don’t bite. —I do claw a bit.”
“Just… how?”
“Okay, well, you see, tab A goes into slot—” Veronica mimicked the idea of insertion.
“No!” Baxter said, clearly aware of the logistical process. “I mean how’d you get into that?”
“Oh, the same way most do,” Veronica said airily. “Twentysomething girl in town, no job prospects, slight monsterism issue.” She remembered her early twenties in the streets of Prague, her 2008 Blackberry which had been terrible, and her outfits which had been great. “I’m scrappy so I started watching out for the more vulnerable girls. They bought me a phone, I went online, built up a following. Pretended I was just a girl in devil cosplay.”
“—Until people met me, at least.” she added.