Don't know about being a friend, but Mark is certainly not an enemy. He snatches a couple fries, looking rather sheepish in the process. His camera is safely in his bag.
Mark grins back. He's glad that he still has his limbs. "Not bad. Still not understanding why the hell people pay four bucks for a cup of coffee, though. Damned yuppies."
Mark laughs, an amused laugh, and just grins at Faith. "Hm. Sounds like a couple people I know." A smirk. "Muffy, er, Alison for one. She's got more money than she knows what to do with, and, well, not so much with the brains."
Mark laughs. "Yes. It wouldn't shut up. Granted, it's Angel's fault that Muffy has no more dog, but I don't think anyone but Muffy herself is mourning it." There was a death in the family, if you must know. He smirks a bit. "One of the best things Angel ever did, and that's saying a lot."
"Well, in a manner of speaking." Mark smirks. "Angel was playing on the street, and a woman in a limo came up, and asked Angel to relocate the drumming to near her apartment building, so the dog would yap itself to death." On the windowledge of that twenty-third story Another grin. "Well, Angel left a thousand dollars richer, and, well, Muffy had no more dog."
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Faith grins at him.
"How's it going?"
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"More money than brains."
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There was a death in the family, if you must know.
He smirks a bit. "One of the best things Angel ever did, and that's saying a lot."
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On the windowledge of that twenty-third story
Another grin. "Well, Angel left a thousand dollars richer, and, well, Muffy had no more dog."
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