She wanted a shouting match in public, she would get one. Mark had no qualms about a little embarrassing tiff in public, he was an alcoholic and a drunk, his reputation long since shot to hell, what more did he have to lose? Nothing, nothing at all. All the while he felt like Claire would have plenty to lose in this matter with what he assumed to be a rising career.<br/><br/>"Good, point out all the obvious shit people already know. Ladies and gentlemen this is the great Claire McOwen, journalist, reporter, and b i t c h extraordinaire she will manipulate you, harass you, and constantly berate you all in the name of a fucking story." By this point a few people had out their cell phones and were livestreaming this little shouting match to Facebook. Mark knew nothing about it, he didn't care, as people oooh and ahhhed at the shouting match that was going on between an ex-football star and a journalist.<br/><br/>Mark didn't mind that she was in his bubble, but it did help him with smelling just how much alcohol was on her breath. After his initial shouting he said the following much more quietly so that only she could hear, it was likely the last rational thought living in his inebriated brain. "Now how about you quit embarrassing yourself, we catch a cab 'cause you shouldn't be driving, and we go back to one of our places to sober up." After that if she wanted to continue he would oblige, but this was her out, the one opportunity he was going to give her.