As mark walked up the tile steps he couldn't help but notice the scent of cigarettes and alcoholic drinks. He smiled softly at others, shaking hands as he heads inside. He glanced around the area, slowly shifting his eye contact from one person to the other. This was going to take all night at this rate. He looked down at a picture of Sean. For some reason he was hired to kill this man. But hey, its 3 million for this guys head. Mark looked down at the picture and smiled softly before looking up to see his target heading upstairs.
Sean saw the red haired man and was hoping he'd follow. He opened the library doors and moved to the back of the library to hide. He wasn't sure who this "mark" was but 3 million is a lot of money. Sean glanced back towards the door watching the man walk towards the bookshelves. "Hello mark." He said quietly as he grabbed his knife. Better safe than sorry. Don't want to make a bang with all the people downstairs.
Mark heard his name and wanders towards that spot, a needle in his pocket. "Why hello Sean, seems to me we are bit in a predicament. Tell you what. You come out here and we can talk like men." Mark smiled softly and holds out his hand. "I promise I don't bite hard."
Sean shrugged and takes the hand, flipping it behind marks back, shoving him to the floor, grabbing the needle. "For me? You shouldn't have." He throws the needle and placed both hands on marks back, flipping forward to be off marks back. "Really I mean it." Mark stands up slowly and nods. "That's fine I always preferred using my hands." He throws a punch at Sean's face, Sean dodging quickly, shoving his fist into marks chin. He moved out of the way as mark stumbled back. " I thought you'd Be a challenge." Sean said with a laugh. He flipped open a knife and slashed at mark, mark leaning out of the way several times, using a book to block the stab. The knife gets stuck in the book, mark throwing it out the window. "Come on man! My mom gave me that knife!" Sean yelled and mark looked at the window. "I'm sorry. I can go get it." Sean growled and jumped onto marks back, wrapping one arm around marks throat. "Don't sweat it." He said, mark grabbing his arm, slipping him off and slamming him into the desk. He groaned when his back hit the desk and looked up to see marks hand grasp his throat. He grabbed marks hand with both of his. His heart beating fast against marks finger tips. "Why are you doing this?" Sean asked nose dripping blood.
Mark sighed, leaning down, lips brushing softly across Sean's lips as he speaks slowly. "3 million for your head. That's why sweetheart." Sean's eyes close partly as he holds up marks picture. "Same. You are my target." He flipped over the picture a signed note from the same man who gave mark Sean's picture.
Mark pressed down against Sean as he contemplated what that meant. "Well it looks like we are each others target. Fight to the de-" he hears the library door open and glanced back at the head of the house. "The hell is going on up here?" Sean gripped the back of marks hair, kissing him passionately, other hand slipping the jacket half way down his arms, hair becoming a mess. Sean then pulled his mouth away from marks lips, pressing them against marks neck. He sinks his teeth into the soft skin, Sucking at the skin to create a hickey. The man looked at them and covered his mouth. "My apologies. I didn't mean to disrupt you. Carry on." He shuts the door and Sean shoved mark off, mark adjusting his vest and coat to look nice again. "Well, that was unexpected." Mark said and looked at Sean who opened the window. "Until next time." He kissed his palm and blows a kiss before standing upright. Leaning back to fall out the window. Mark runs towards the window and looked down to see Sean had disappeared.