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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Mark goes to Life Support.]

Mark bikes into the bar, camera on his bike, and cellphone on his ear. "Adam, listen, I.... shit." Facepalming, he props the bike against the wall, removing the camera and shuffling off to Bar. He really could use a drink. He could probably use some conversation as well. Any takers?

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark blinks. "I don't think I haven't actually had a home-cooked meal in ages. My roommate can't cook for anything, and my girlfriend would rather go out." He cracks a smile. "I'd love to, if you're sure your wife won't mind."

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

There's a bit, just a bit of relief.

For carl that means practically slumping across the table.

"Great! Grab your coat and-"

He pauses.

"....listen." Carl's lips purse, "-I'm sure that you know New York's not a nice town right?" He eyes Mark seriously, "-The door that I use to get here is a couple of streets over from where I actually live so...I mean-just-be prepared okay?"

It's depression-era New York.

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

"I've lived in New York for years, don't worry." He stands, then realized what he's wearing. "Er, I should probably get something else to wear. I'll be right back." He goes off to the bar, getting a brown-paper-wrapped package, then going to the bathroom, then returning, wearing a suit and fedora, and notably, still his scarf. "How's this?" He grins.

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

Carl laughs, "Sorry kid-you look like this whiny studio exec that I used to do business with, but it's definately period. Bar can provide clothes to you?"

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark facepalms. "Yeah it can. Just let Bar know what era clothing you need, and she'll get you what you need." He pauses, and turns a bit pink, shrugging.

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

Carl claps the kid on the back, "After you or me?"

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