The Streets of Milieux, Thursday morning [3/26]
After quitting his surgical job at Seattle Grace, Mark thought a little detour to New Orleans before heading back to New York would be just what he needed. And the French Quarter did not disappoint.
Unfortunately, his expensive sports car broke down as he was passing through some little town named Milieux. Mark pulled over to the side of the road, climbed out of the car and opened the hood. Really, he knew more about fixing people than cars and had no clue where to start.
"Dammit, this is just my luck," he groaned, taking off his leather jacket and shoving it in the car before going back to look under the hood. Anyone passing by would see a very attractive man in a white tee and tight jeans leaning over to look at a car engine.
[OOC: Mark has arrived! Come and talk to him or just ogle.]
Unfortunately, his expensive sports car broke down as he was passing through some little town named Milieux. Mark pulled over to the side of the road, climbed out of the car and opened the hood. Really, he knew more about fixing people than cars and had no clue where to start.
"Dammit, this is just my luck," he groaned, taking off his leather jacket and shoving it in the car before going back to look under the hood. Anyone passing by would see a very attractive man in a white tee and tight jeans leaning over to look at a car engine.
[OOC: Mark has arrived! Come and talk to him or just ogle.]