Getting into the front seat of the car Mark said nothing. He honestly wanted it all to end, for this crazy ass journalist to go back in time and make a different decision about showing up. Sure she was cute, well hot would be a better word to describe her, but that didn't change the fact that she was just plain bothersome. There seemed to not be an ounce of empathy inside of her, and now that she had gotten drunk she had tried to goad him in front of other people, in public where generally tried to avoid being.<br/><br/>Her words were filled with drunken hatred, he doubted she meant them, and if she did then she could go swim in the lake for all he cared. The driver of the car, taxi, whatever, and honestly Mark didn't care what this was, said nothing verbally. His facial expression however was a hole different story, that had a look of regret. It was almost like he wanted to mumble something about not being paid enough, and he did want to, but the driver refrained.<br/><br/>The marina soon came into view and Mark was relieved, "thank you," he said to the driver before stepping out and using his cane to march down toward his house. He had little clue how to pay the man, but he assumed it was on Claire's dime and that was good enough for him. Once he heard the driver pulled away Mark shouted back, "if you fucking hate me so much you can find your own place to sober up. If I suck that bad then go find another star to get your jollies with."