Snippet #2298535

((That sounds good. Sorry for the delay on response, had a busy weekend! I'll let you control the bar patron. :) So, fairly short post.))

As Mark sat beside her, Esme slouched back. Her feet kicked out, beer in hand, and covered in a tinge of vampire blood... well, it was easy to say Esme was a far cry from a refined and gentile lady. A few wary glances were sent her way. But, she seemed to ignore them, taking a sip from her mug, smirking at Mark's comment. "Well, I do have a tendency to make things... exciting." She bragged. With her "attack first, ask questions later" style of hunting, it was quite surprising the woman wasn't dead yet.

"That's why I don't go do the bidding of crazy old bats," She laughed as the boy complained about wasting time on nothing. She took a swig back off her glass, shaking her head at the boy. "I wait for proof before I attack," She shrugged. The woman did not fancy chasing shadows of nothing.