Who:Colin Ritman Mark and Yelena Belova What: Mark's probably gonna get punched When: Backdated to Saturday evening Where: The White Wyrm Warnings: Language, Mark and his toxicity Status: Closed/On-going
Mark wasn't sure what the hell was going on with this place, but it wasn't really all that bad. More hot girls than Pelle's creepy-ass village, at any rate. He was just going to enjoy that fact and ignore all the rest of it for a while. Not like he could get out of there, and at least this creepy as fuck place wasn't going to involve old people flinging themselves off cliffs.
He was still a little put out that he'd missed that one, though, to be honest. He'd missed all the good stuff.
At least Madison Valley had some good bars, one of the only other things to recommend it. Lou's was kind of a dive, in the good way, and he'd discovered that the Wyrm was just a little more fun -- and Mark was a big fan of that whole "fun" thing.
He'd been there for the better part of two hours, nursing one drink after another -- he was on beer number two, just about finished -- because he really did know how to pace himself. He'd freely admit to being more interested in partying than most other things, but he knew how to pace himself. He wasn't a responsible adult, but he was an adult after all.
As he finished off beer number two, he caught sight of a woman who'd just walked in -- and promptly choked on the liquid. Coughing, he couldn't help staring. What the hell was Dani doing there? What the hell was she doing looking so... functional? Because usually Dani looked one sideways glance away from a complete breakdown.
And Mark being Mark, there was no way he wouldn't keep his nose out of things.