#mark vs open

Giving his drink a slow swirl, Mark took a sip of his now watered-down whiskey, grimacing a bit before replacing his class on the bar top. Sighing, he glanced around in search of any familiar face- after all, it was his personal motto that no one should drink alone. Especially not him, and especially not when the day had been as difficult as it had, with memories of all he'd survived flooding his mind and overtaking his senses more than once. "Hey, come here often?" He asked, finally breaking the silence surrounding him as he turned to the person on the stool next to him. "That probably came off terribly...Don't think I'm trying to pick you up or anything. Not that I wouldn't, I'm not saying....Wow, I'm batting zero here, don't you think?" Laughing, he felt a slight blush creep up his cheeks. "Let's try this again. How's your night going?"

Sighing, Mark took a sip of his coke before grabbing a french fry from his plate, dragging it through the pool of ketchup he'd made before popping it into his mouth. Taking a glance out the window, he saw a figure he thought he recognized, and soon enough received confirmation when the very same walked themselves into the diner. Raising a hand, Mark flagged them down, gesturing to the empty seat in the booth across form him. "Hey, good to see ya!" He greeted, offering a small smile. "It's been a while. If you aren't meeting anyone, feel free to hang with me. I'd love to catch up."