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Mark Cohen is addicted to unhealthy relationships (mydocumentary) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2011-06-18 12:21:00

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faith lehane, mark cohen

Who: Mark Cohen and Faith Lehane
What: Evening Harley rides and then...I dunno...stuff?
When: Saturday Night
Where: Starts at the Complex
Rating: Neither is exactly a PG sorta person
Status: Incomplete

Mark wouldn't call it a date, because he barely knew this girl. But that didn't mean he was going to tell Roger, either, and risk being mocked mercilessly. Or having Faith compared to Maureen. That wouldn't be fair. Not yet, at least. And hey, if this did end up being Maureen 2.0, then at least Mark knew how to deal with it.

Sort of.

No loose-fitting clothing was an easy enough request to manage. What he did have an issue with was what the hell to wear. It wasn't like his closet was overflowing. Then again, it hadn't been back home, either, so what was the difference? And if Faith was cool, as she seemed to be, she wouldn't give a damn. In the end, mostly in panic, Mark threw on a pair of jeans and an Aerosmith t-shirt he'd found in a local thrift shop. He could almost forget what a mockery Steven Tyler had become by 2011 if he tried hard enough. He headed outside the complex's doors, wondering if he was making a total idiot of himself. It had been a long time since he'd become good friends with people outside of his close social group. And the last time he had, it'd been Angel. Who was gone. And Faith? Seemed like the sort to attract trouble. Fighting, sex, getting drunk, parties... Who did that remind him of?

Damn. He'd made a date with a female Roger. At least, Roger before April had gone and ruined everything. Well. They'd become friends for a reason, after all. Only made sense that he'd surround himself with other people like that. If only they wouldn't all end up dead.

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slayersocialwrk
2011-06-18 04:56 pm UTC (link)

Faith kept telling herself that in no way was this a date. After all, it wasn’t like they were doing any of the traditional date-stuff, like dinner and a movie and all that jazz. Not that Faith really knew what date stuff all that would entitle, since the last time she’d been on a date had been when she was seeing Pike, and he’d been gone over a year now (thanks to that time-jump thing). Sometimes she still thought about him, and missed him, but she had kept herself away from the complex people because of him being sent back…until finally, she’d grown too lonely to continue.

Mark seemed like a nice guy, and sort of reminded her of Pike minus the dark past and all that stuff. He wasn’t her type, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t attracted, and besides, she didn’t have to stick to her ‘type’, did she? That hadn’t gotten her anywhere before this.

Just before 8, she headed out to the bike she’d given Pike for Christmas when he’d been around. It was fully fixed up now, and after his disappearance she had claimed it as her own. She didn’t wear a helmet because Faith didn’t really see a need for one – with her reflexes, she could keep it from doing anything crazy, and she didn’t take one for Mark for the same reason. What she did wear was a pair of black leather pants, black boots, and a dark green tank overtop of a white one. After a short ride that included eluding one police car, Faith pulled up outside the complex and killed the engine, glancing over and grinning at Mark as she ran a hand through her hair absently, working out a few tangles.

“Nice shirt. Ready to go?”

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mydocumentary
2011-06-18 06:32 pm UTC (link)

It was hard to judge her on first glance. Sure, they'd been talking over the computer thing and all, but it was a little different seeing her face to face. And Mark still couldn't quite judge if there was sarcasm in her voice or not. Not that it mattered. What was he going to do if she was being sarcastic, haul ass inside and change? Not likely. If the last year of his life had taught him anything, it was to accept himself, and others, as they were.

But damn, she was wearing leather. And Mark had a weakness for women in leather.

"You can thank this place for dragging us here with nothing but the clothes on our backs," Mark pointed out, figuring it was a safe enough answer. If she'd been sincere, she'd probably just laugh. And if she was being sarcastic, well, it made for a good excuse. Still, she was grinning (and hot, fine, he'd admit it) and he didn't really have a choice but to grin back. She looked dark and dangerous on the back of the bike, and the logical side of him told him to turn tail and run.

But it had been a really long time since Mark gave a damn what his logical side had to say. He lifted his eyebrows, as if to challenge her. "Ready if you are."