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It was easy to forget that Mark had friends outside their little gang of eight. After all, most of his time was spent in the loft they both shared with Roger, and any time that wasn’t spent cooped up inside, he was usually wandering around the city, looking for things to film. While she couldn’t account for most of the time he spent outside of their apartment, Piper had always kind of assumed that his wandering was an independent venture. This was partially because it was a rare that she, or any of the rest of them, tagged along, and partially because of the assumption that he didn’t have anyone else who would join him on his little excursions. Mark had a certain awkwardness to him that made it hard to imagine that he’d reach out to strangers on his own, so, it probably was a generally fair assumption to make that he wouldn’t have some secret friends that they all knew nothing about.

Unfortunately, she turned out to be wrong. Not that she could stay particularly upset about it, given the fact that this revelation came with an invitation to go screw around at Coney Island for the evening. The promise of funnel cake was enough to heal any wound. 

Although, as she’d found as the night dragged on, it didn’t seem to dull the sting of being all but abandoned by her friends. Roger and Mimi had wandered off on their own almost as soon as they’d walked through the gates, Maureen had dragged Joanne away when they’d passed a striped tent labelled, “PSYCHIC,” Collins had promised to go win Angel a giant teddy bear from the midway, and most recently, Mark had gone off in search of a tolerable port-a-potty to use. Which left her alone with this man with a vaguely familiar face that Mark had cited as his reason for dragging them all out to Brooklyn, trying to save them from standing in silence for however long it took Mark to take a piss.