Nick laughed, toasting his friend. It had been a sight to behold truly. All that beautiful panic and terrified screaming. It had made his blood sing. There was nothing else like it, nothing could compare. He felt giddy with it.
"You're telling me! I bit my cheek so hard it bled trying to keep myself from laughing." He said, still chuckling. "We ought to take out more of them, don't you think? They're getting complacent."
Evan smirked, letting out a low, mirthless chuckle. He tapped the rim of his glass, sending tiny rings of amber across the counter. “Complacent, you say? Oh, absolutely. One would almost forgive them for thinking the world still made sense.” He leaned back, eyes narrowing thoughtfully, though the grin never left his face. “But really, Nick… it’s almost too easy, isn’t it? They run about, screaming, thinking someone might save them. And we? We just… watch the theater unfold. Deliciously predictable.”
He drained the last of his drink and set the glass down with a soft clink. “I do wonder how far we could push it before the real fun begins. Care to brainstorm over another round, or are you content letting them scurry in terror a little longer?”
















