Mark still wasn't pleased about being here, despite it being worlds better than Iron Heights. Not that that was hard. Practically anything was better than Iron Heights. However, it was a mansion, and as far as Mark understood, they'd be pretending to play nice to pay off their debt instead of wasting time in a cell.
Could be worse.
He didn't know what the other guys were up to (whatever it was, it was loud), but he heard one of the liaisons barking out of an office. Time to make nice. Perhaps sucker some beer or at least some smokes out of whoever it was.