After some successful workshopping, we agreed our last night in Glasgow would be on the town. I decided to start the merriment early and Xavier and I walked to the city center. I'd hoped to find a shirt to buy.
No such luck, but I did see this cop—though it was difficult to tell if he was a real cop or a stripper or something. Very cute, jacked, one arm tattoed halfway down his bicep, the other arm sleeved to the mid forearm. I typically am not so into tattoos, but this whole set up turned my crank.