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Mark taps his finger sharply against the side of his bottle of beer, eying the entrance to the bar like a hawk and doing his best to tune out all of the noise around him. It's uncharacteristic of him to agree to get drinks with someone he barely knows, especially not a strange, idiosyncratic Frenchman, but this is what you'e supposed to do, right? He's spent so much time in his insular Facebook world, cut off from anyone other than programmers and his secretary, to really remember, but he knows that the first step to expanding your social circle generally involves some amount of alcohol.
Not that he's entirely sure that he wants to expand his social circle. Yves is-well, to be honest, bizarre, which Mark has never really had a problem with before (the term has been lobbed as an accusation towards him more times than he can count), but he's distressingly resilient against Mark's usual repertoire of verbal barbs; he'd barely even flinched.
Well, too late now. Mark takes a long sip of his beer (is he supposed to do that before the other person even got there?) and focuses his attention back on the door. Nothing left now but to wait.
Not that he's entirely sure that he wants to expand his social circle. Yves is-well, to be honest, bizarre, which Mark has never really had a problem with before (the term has been lobbed as an accusation towards him more times than he can count), but he's distressingly resilient against Mark's usual repertoire of verbal barbs; he'd barely even flinched.
Well, too late now. Mark takes a long sip of his beer (is he supposed to do that before the other person even got there?) and focuses his attention back on the door. Nothing left now but to wait.