Top of the World

Ronin had just taken another pull from his mug of ale and was savouring the burn and the heat in his chest and throat when a familiar shadow fell over him. The hunter glanced up, arching an eyebrow and letting a smirk curl across his lips as he regarded his new waiter. "Why yes, it's quite perfect," he informed the alchemist, easily slipping into the act - his enjoyment bubbled out of him, in fact, from the mischief twinkling in his eyes to his easy slouch in his seat. "Perfection could always be improved though, you know," he murmured, kicking out the seat beside him from under the table. "A drink is always better enjoyed with a friend, Remi. If you'd care to sit and join me, I'll accept whatever punishment the mistress of the establishment might have for me. Your company is worth it." He beamed. ronin begin again, as the storm