Jan 27
@kenxmatsui closed starter, empty carpark in shadow lake - late night
Even without the cigarette, Mac could see each breath he loosed escape into the cool night air. It was the kind of cold that tinged the tops of his ears pink - but he didn't care, he wouldn't do this during the day, so if Ken wanted to play stuntman it had to be late enough that there would be no one around that could get hurt.
He sat on the hood of his car, one of his cars, a 1989 Camaro he had refurbished himself as he wanted for the vampire to appear, his knee propped up and foot tapping.
"One does not typically dress for a business meeting to do donuts and drift in a deserted parking lot." The witch smirked as he spotted the other man.