While it was damn near impossible to deflate an already deflated ego that five years of drinking binges had pretty much drowned out it was quite possible that this woman had found the one pocket of air left. Claire had done an excellent job of attempting to lure him out and about. There was a small pause as Mark took a sip from his beer, one thing he had to admit was that this woman had a way with taking charge. The mere fact that she had continued to stand, put herself above him was a symbolic moment and one that spoke volumes to Mark, despite his fuzzy state.<br/><br/>"I don't suppose you are going to let me take this in your car, so how about I finish it, I promise not to take too long," he took another drink as it was and soon it was down to a quarter of a can left. "I am but a shell of the man you saw on television, a shell of the man who was on pace to shatter passing records. The football Gods saw to it that my playing days would be over after one glorious trip to the SuperBowl, I did get the win, but it sure didn't feel like much of a win when it was all said and done." There were almost tears coming out of his eyes as he remembered what had happened, the feeling of his ligaments just shredding, tearing, and ripping apart. The fragments of his left knee as they broke off and spread in every direction, the very thought caused his knee to twitch and jump slightly with phantom pain.<br/><br/>"I will agree to your proposal, we can go get some coffee, but none of those Starbucks like places, I would prefer an old school diner, I don't know which ones are around anymore, ain't been to one in a while. I could use some good grub if you don't mind." In the end the prospect of getting a warm meal he didn't have to cook nor take a taxi to get to sounded wonderful and rather amazing. He swallowed the last of his beer and rose up from the chair with the help of his cane. He was a bit taller than her, but that was something he was used to as an athlete, not to say all were tall, but he knew where he stood in the realm of height.<br/><br/>Mark took a few steps around the table and headed to the front door where he opened it up, reached around inside and locked it. Quickly he made sure his keys were in his right pocket, and then he shut the door. "Shall we," he said as he headed to get off the boat where he would then follow her to her vehicle, hoping to get a good view of her ass from behind.