Snippet #2290929

Mark had thought there was something vaguely familiar about the stance and gait of the female hunter, but when she correctly identified him it clicked. A broad, bright smile broke across his face as he lowered his weapon at once. "Well, well!" was all he managed to say before Esme got busy with her final display.

In the burst of flames that followed Mark whooped and clapped, not concerned with being quiet anymore. His noise certainly wasn't going to be the first thing on the minds of the undead who were now roasting to crisps in the arid, apparently very flammable building.

"Been keepin' quite well, better now I've run into you," he said, grinning at the back of Esme's head. He'd always liked the hunter and had wondered just the other day where she'd been and what she'd been up to. Not seeing a fellow hunter for many months always brought forth the question of whether or not they were still alive. Mark had learned that one of the regulars he'd crossed paths with a few times, Randall, had met such a fate just the past week. It brought a spot of warmth to the cool night that Esme was still alive, kickin', and stakin' vamps.

Her roaring fire of roasting vamps did a good job warming up the night, too. Mark told her as much as he sidled up to her and put his hands out as if warming them by the light of the burning structure.

"Quite a cozy end to the evening. You rooming around here?" he asked, casting her a sideways glance and grinning. "Though, I'll cut right to the chase and ask the question I'm really getting at: will you be drinking with me tonight?"